#but i don't wanna see this place tank either

[hjbender]

I appreciate Tumblr's honesty here and hope that maybe this is going to foster a new era of user-led improvements to this place.

[de4dlyniightshade]

Dunno if u have seen it but I’d really love ur version of the NSFW alphabet for Spencer Reid

(Not sure if that really counts as a Drabble or a super long headcanon. I tried to go thru ur blog and I didn��t see where u had done 1 before!!)

ON IT!!!

doing it with sub!spencer ofc<3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): super sleepy and cuddly, just wants you to hold him and kiss him and play with his hair. also goes borderline nonverbal, just wants to be in your company.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his favourite body part on himself is honestly probably his brain ngl BUT otherwise i'd say his hair, he takes good care of his hair and takes the time to make sure it looks nice so i'd say his hair. as for on you probably your hips or eyes, your eyes is the answer he tells people but actually he just loves gripping your hips and pinching the fatty skin there and placing kisses on your hipbones.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): loves cumming in you. so much. but also loves cumming on you, more specifically cumming on your pussy after fucking you, the way it looks running over you just making his head spin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): pervert. not a creepy pervert but still a pervert. will stick around if he walks in on you changing, stare at your boobs and ass when he thinks you don't see him, shamefully touches your underwear for longer than he should when he's doing laundry, will spend a good while scanning your body while you sleep, especially if you're wearing shorts or a tank top.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): not experienced. has no idea what he's doing. he tries his best and learns fast but he needs a lot of guidance and care but he prefers you taking control anyway.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): cowgirl. nothing beats getting ridden in his mind, the sight of you on top of him, your boobs bouncing with each thrust and the way you gripped his waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): i wouldn't say he's serious but he's not humorous either, whenever your touching him he just becomes a moaning mess and can hardly think for himself, just completely lost in the pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): not shaved bald but definitely trimmed, if not for your benefit then definitely for his own.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): soooo lovey, just holding you and kissing you and snuggling into you and telling you that he loves you and thanking you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): definitely jerks off a lot when you're apart because he just gets really sexually frustrated without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink!!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bed first, always, it's just more private and intimate but he also likes it on the couch but that's more of a spur of the moment thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): anything and everything. you smiled at him? horny. kissed him? extra horny. hugged him? horny. literally anything you do can get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): blindfolds on him for obvious reasons, also domming, he just can't do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving all the way!!! even if he's not that good at it he puts his heart and soul into it. more often than not he gets carried away and forgets he's trying to get you to cum bcs he just loves to taste you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): loves it fast but not too rough if that makes sense? like he doesn't wanna hurt afterwards and whenever he's on top he just gets so caught up that he can't help but fuck you desperately.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): likes them a lot and however often you're up for it, especially before work. definitely walks into that building with a real pep in his step after a quickie in the morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): definitely game to experiment with a lot of things you wanna try, but nothing too crazy like he wouldn't be into slapping or extreme bondage, but a little tying up he's game for.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): not many. he gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated bcs he's just so sensitive. can go three rounds at very best.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't own toys himself but if you do he uses them on you, more specifically if you had a vibrator he'd use it on you when you're tired. also let's you use a vibrator on him, the feeling of it pressed to his tip making him cum embarrassingly fast. not to forget pegging, would let you peg him or use a dildo on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all, you're more the one to tease him but he doesn't have enough patience or self control to tease you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): very loud and doesn't even realise it, he just gets so lost in his own mind that he can't even hear himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): loves being bitten by you, not aggressively enough that it hurts too bad but if he was on top and you bit into his shoulder when you came he'd definitely follow quick after.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): around 7 inches, not too thick but not too thin either, curved upwards slightly, the prettiest pink tip and not overly veiny but definitely a few. also i feel like he has pretty nipples idc.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): very high, needy alllllll the time like could go at it at the drop of a hat it doesn't matter what time of day he could be rock hard in seconds for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): pretty quickly depending on the time, if it was one of those morning quickies ofc he can't but otherwise he tries to stay awake but never manages to actually stay awake that often.

[yuri-is-online]

Criminally Smooth (Floyd Leech x Yuu)

Floyd might have a concussion, but that doesn't mean he can't recognize true love when he sees it, and that halo the bisexual lighting of this cop car is giving you makes him think he might have a chance.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, based off a meme I saw and the song Bonnie and Clyde by Dutch Melrose. Vaguely modern au, hints of a mafia au? Yuu and Floyd are implied to be adults and full of bad decisions. More fic can be found on my masterlist.

“Hey baby, what's your name?” Floyd's teeth are sharp and his smile is weirdly wide, like he's trying to display his mouth for you. “You come here often? I swear I've seen ya somewhere before…” You take a deep breath trying to ground yourself, the metal of the handcuffs should be painful enough to do the trick but the ridiculousness of Floyd asking that question when you're both going to jail is overriding the discomfort.

“We've met before, yeah.” You grumble trying to shift to get a bit more comfortable as Floyd's eyes get wide as saucers in a way that would be cute if that meeting hadn't been him shaking you down for “interfering” with Azul’s business model.

“Really?” He sounds so happy, and tries to move his hands to do who knows what but gets stopped by the cuffs, which wipes away the facade of kindness as he glares down at them. “Well I must have introduced myself-”

“You did yeah.” You try to cut off whatever it is he has to say and try not to die of embarrassment when it doesn't stop him from babbling.

“I've got your number then right?” Floyd begins wiggling to reach for his back pocket and glares when Officer Clover tells him to knock it off. “You're just so fucking pretty please tell me that wasn't just a dream and I got your number.” Are you even talking to the same person?

“I don't think so?” He whines, whines! When you say that and looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “We uh. We weren't. Didn't get much of a chance to talk.” You shouldn't be flustered by this. Shouldn't be thinking that it's sort of cute how he presses up against the bars separating you in the back of the cruiser to try and get as close to you as possible.

“Aww well let me do it again please?” You nod and try not to fluster when he brings back the dreamy smile places his cuffed hands against the bars. “I'm Floyd, sorry I totaled your car, baby.” It wasn't your car but you know better to say that in something rigged for audio. “You free this Saturday? I wanna make it up to you and I know a real great place-”

“I don't think either of you are going to be free this weekend,” Officer Clover isn't even hiding how much he's enjoying this you really wish you could get away with punching him “sorry Floyd.”

“Ignore Sea Turtle, oh hey I don't know your name do I?” Surprisingly Floyd isn't annoyed at all, he's still keeping his mouth wide and gets even more excited when you begin to subconsciously mimic him. “C'mon what's your name pretty?”

“It's Yuu but you kept calling me-”

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!!!” He shouts so loud Officer Clover slams on the brakes out of shock, Floyd laughs as he tumbles around and you try to brace against the wall. “Dawww ya should have just led with that baby, I wouldn't have rammed ya. Not with a car anyway.” The police cruiser lurches again as you feel the tires hit something, slamming Floyd against the door and tumbling you towards the floor. He bites down on the metal of his cuffs making sure to keep eye contact with you as he chews through the metal, winking like he's putting on some sort of show and not at all surprised or afraid that your ride is spiraling out of control. “Remember, Saturday ok? And don't worry about dressing nice I'll take care of it ♡” His door flies open as Officer Clover scrambles for his radio and Floyd jumps out of the tank into an awaiting vehicle laughing the entire time, yelling a few choice expletives at the police commissioner as he goes. You curl yourself into a tiny ball and chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to process what just happened over the angry squaking you hear on the radio.

There's no way a judge is letting you make bail after this.

[yuujispinkhair]

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Your job is to attend to the best fighters in Boulder Town's Fight Club, and tonight your client is the outsider with the pretty golden eyes who makes you feel like you are flying through the galaxy anytime he smiles at you. So when your boss tells you to give the newly acclaimed King of the Fight Club a good time, you don't have to be asked twice.

Pairing: Caelus x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work (reader works as an escort in the fight club), handjob, vaginal penetration, cumshot, cum-eating, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The room is filled with drunken laughter and loud cheers. The air smells of smoke and sweat. But there is always something else in the room too on fight nights. A certain feeling. The atmosphere is full of adrenaline, making your skin tingle anytime you are here when a fight takes place. The lights are dimmed except in the big cage in the middle of the room. The battle area. Spotlights illuminate the space brightly, so everyone can clearly see the figures in the ring.

Tonight the outsider is here again. He stands out with his silver hair and golden eyes. He is pretty. Though you aren't sure, you believe the tales they tell about him. That he is from another world, another planet. That he travels the galaxy. It seems ridiculous. But he really doesn't look like anyone from here. And there is this aura surrounding him, almost like a faint sparkle, strangely making you think of stardust.

Or maybe this is just the dust and sweatdrops dancing in the bright lights in the cage. Either way, Caelus is fascinating. You cannot tear your gaze away from him as he begins another round of fighting, twirling his baseball bat casually around his hand before taking a strong swing with it. He is dressed all in black. Black tank top, black pants, and black fingerless gloves. Everything is adorned with golden accents that glitter in the stage lights almost as magically as his golden eyes.

He is beautiful with his otherworldly looks. Very attractive in a boyish way. And he carries himself so confidently during his fights, swinging his bat with practiced force, his biceps flexing beautifully in the process, gloved hands tightening firmly around the bat, holding it securely in his tight grip. His long legs look enticing in the tight black pants, accentuating every firm muscle as he moves around in the fighting cage, chasing his opponents.

And there is always a grin on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. No wonder he is the new star. He has all eyes on him, making the crowd go wild, watching his every move. They erupt into loud chants of his name.

"Caelus! Caelus! Caelus!"

It echoes through the crowded space as the outsider walks out of the cage and to the small booth reserved for the fighters to take a short break between fights. You are waiting for him with a tray in your hand with cold water and a towel, tugging nervously on your little uniform with your free hand, hoping everything looks good.

Your heart speeds up as you watch Caelus come closer. He is tall with a lean muscled build. A fighter's body. His baseball bat is slung casually over his shoulder as he stops in front of you. 

You smile at him, pushing the tray towards him.

"Congrats on your win, Master Caelus! You are an excellent fighter!"

He smiles at you, face flushed from fighting, muscles taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat. He blows a loose strand of silver hair out of his face as his fascinating golden eyes meet yours.

"Thank you! But please, don't call me Master. Just Caelus is great."

He takes the offered water bottle from you and brings it to his lips, gulping it down thirstily. You cannot help but watch as he tilts his head back and swallows, making his adam's apple bop with every deep gulp he takes.

You wait patiently until he is finished and puts the empty bottle back on the tray. His golden eyes meet yours, a question in them, unsure what you are still doing here, probably. He is new here in Boulder Town, you remind yourself. He doesn't know yet how things work. And so you smile brightly at him, explaining,

"You are the new King of the Fight Club, so you have a personal attendant now. I am responsible for your well-being tonight."

"Oh... wow, that's cool! Thank you!"

He looks sheepish, almost embarrassed by the situation, but his boyish grin is back.

You nod and point at his baseball bat that is still resting on his shoulder.

"You are expected to let me kiss it before the final fight. It's for good luck. And for the show, I guess."

He only looks surprised for a moment but then laughs and holds the weapon out to you, golden eyes watching you intensely as you smile sweetly and lean closer. You carefully touch the baseball bat with one hand, fingertips brushing lightly over Caelus' hand, and press a slow kiss onto the bat. Your eyes never leave Caelus' fascinating golden gaze.

But the moment is over too fast. The crowd errupts into even louder cheers as they watch your little performance, and your boss announces the final battle over the speakers, followed by loud music.

Caelus pulls the baseball bat away, slinging it over his shoulder again as you tell him,

"Good luck, Caelus! I hope the win will be yours!"

"Oh, now that you are my personal good luck charm, I am pretty optimistic! Thank you!"

His face is alight with an amused expression, and he winks at you, tipping the fingers of his left hand to his temple in a salute before he turns around to walk back into the cage.

You have been working in the fight club for several months. It's not the kind of work your family would be proud of if they knew what you are up to nowadays, but it brings relatively good money, and that's all that counts to you here in Boulder Town. If being nice to the champions gives you enough money to stay off the streets and have a safe place to sleep and eat, you will gladly take it.

Most of the time, your job only requires you to serve the fighters, bring them drinks and food, and keep them light-hearted company after the fight. But on other occasions, you are asked to perform the special service. A little extra that is supposed to motivate the participants since it is exclusively reserved for the best fighters.

Tonight your client is exactly that. Not just one of the best fighters. But the newly acclaimed King of the Fight Club. The Champion of the Super League. The famous outsider, the boy from the stars, who fell from the sky just like his name promises.

You stand outside the metal cage, watching Caelus win the final round easily while the crowd screams his name. You smile as he runs a gloved hand through his silver hair, brushing it out of his handsome face and then pumping his fist triumphantly into the air as he gets proclaimed victor.

He grins broadly at you as his golden gaze catches yours across the room. His lips move, and you can make out the words even though the noise of the screaming crowd drowns them out,

"Thank you for the good luck!"

Your pulse is racing. Not just because the fight was exciting, but most of all because those golden eyes and that grin stir something inside you. A fluttery feeling you haven't felt in a long time, starting in your belly and spreading all through your body.

You feel almost high as you make your way to the small backstage area where you are supposed to serve the champion and take care of him after his win, with drinks on the house and your charming company.

You are preparing the drinks when your boss comes up to you with a satisfied grin.

"That boy is worth pure gold! Give him a good time tonight! The best special service you ever did. I want him to come back again and sign up permanently. We haven't had that many visitors and people betting on the fights in years! So what are you waiting for? Off with those clothes!"

Your heart jumps to your throat, but you nod obediently. Your fingers shake as you undress, almost making you laugh. You haven't been nervous in your job for a while. It's all routine by now. But tonight, it's different.

Because tonight your client is a pretty outsider with golden eyes and silver hair, and the most dazzling smile you have ever seen. And somehow, that smile makes you feel like you are flying through the galaxy, like you imagine tumbling through the sky and watching planets and shooting stars glowing and glittering around you must feel like.

You want him, you realize. This is the first time in all the months you have been working here that you actually desire the guy you are supposed to fuck tonight.

You enter the backroom with a racing heart. The tray with the fancy drinks you are balancing on your fingertips is swaying lightly with the seductive movement of your hips as you make your way over to the leather bench Caelus is sitting on.

The only thing you wear is the thin bracelet with a small charm in the form of a fist that dangles on your left wrist. Apart from that, you are completely naked, your nipples hard, and pussy already wet just from thinking about the boy with the golden eyes.

Those golden eyes widen as Caelus sees you. His mouth opens and closes several times as he stares at you.

You slip gracefully onto his lap, straddling him, leaning closer to put the tray on the small table beside him, making your naked tits brush against his shoulder.

"Um, what...what are you doing?"

He sounds flustered. It's cute. Usually, your clients are all grabby the moment you slip on their lap, taking everything they want from you without hesitation. But Caelus looks nervously at you, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks, hands hovering in the air as if he doesn't know where to put them.

You laugh softly as you settle comfortably in his lap, leaning back, straightening your shoulders to make your tits look especially tempting, all plump and pretty.

"Giving you the special service."

"B... but what does that mean?"

"It means I am here for your enjoyment. To fulfill your every wish tonight. Get you drinks on the house, get you food, give you a massage, attend to your wounds, and... everything else you might desire."

"Y... you don't have to do this!"

You grin as you feel the hardness pressing against your pussy through his pants, clearly contradicting his words. But when you slowly rub against it, gasping softly at the feeling of him, he shakes his head again, almost desperately,

"Really, I mean it! I know your boss gave you the order. But I would never want you to do that if you don't want it! I will tell him you gave me the best special service, but I would never want to take advantage of you like that!"

He is so sweet. It tugs at your heart. And it makes you want him even more.

You lean closer, fingers dancing delicately over the back of his neck, caressing his fine silver hair as you lean closer to press your tits firmly against his chest and brush your lips seductively over his ear as you whisper,

"But I want to. I want to fuck you, Caelus. Please let me feel you."

Words you have said before many times. But this time, it's the truth. This is certainly a novelty. So far, you didn't want to sleep with any of the guys you were ordered to give the special service to. You just did it for the money.

But tonight, you find yourself truly desiring the one you are told to satisfy. Never before did you find yourself craving a client. But here you are grinding against his bulge, your pussy already sticky from your cream, smearing it over his pants, making a wet mess on him.

You can feel his body reacting to the friction and the sight of your naked body. Can feel him growing harder every second, straining needily against his pants, clearly wanting you as bad as you want him.

But he is such a sweet guy, so lovely. Blushing profoundly and shaking his head,

"No, please I know you are just saying that because you have to."

"Hmm, and what about this?"

You take his hand and bring it to your spread legs, rubbing his fingers over your slick pussy, moaning softly at the feel of his calloused fingertips on your clit.

Your gaze meets his, and you smile at him before another moan escapes your lips.

"Do you think I get wet for everyone? That's only for you."

His eyes are wide, lips hanging open almost dumbly as he pulls his hand away again. But instead of pushing you off his lap and running, he holds his hand up in front of his face, a stunned expression on his pretty face, blinking at the mess on his fingers. He parts them slowly, watching in fascination as your cream glistens on his long fingers and slowly tears at the motion.

And suddenly, there is a shift in Caelus' behavior. A low groan escapes his parted lips, and he brings his fingers to his mouth to tentatively lick at your cream. Your pussy twitches at the sight.

When his golden eyes meet yours again, this time, they are burning with desire, pupils blown wide, only leaving a thin golden ring.

He looks beautiful. He looks truly like a King, like the starboy and champion your boss says he is. A beautiful visitor from beyond the sky coming here to enchant you. Coming here to fill the constant darkness of the Underworld with his starlight.

His voice is low and husky when he asks,

"You say you really want it? Really want to fuck me? Not just for the job?"

"Yes. I want you for real. Please, let me ride you. Wanna feel your cock in me, Caelus."

This time he nods, licking his lips feverishly as his calloused fingers land on your naked skin, running slowly over your body, exploring your curves while his pretty golden gaze wanders admiringly over your body.

He gulps hard when he looks at your tits with a hunger you rarely see. You press them together with your arms, making them look extra enticing. Caelus' hands are warm and surprisingly gentle when they grab your tits, cupping them and squeezing them, a loud moan spilling from his lips followed by a raspy,

"Fuck."

His thumbs stroke your nipples, circling them slowly, making you sigh and press needily against him. His touch is so sweet, so gentle and loving despite the circumstances. Despite being here in the shabby backroom of the Fight Club where you can still hear the noise of the drunken and riled-up crowd. Despite him being bruised and tired after several rounds of fighting. Despite you working here as an escort, expected to please the new star as part of your job and nothing more.

But he is so tender, so loving when he touches you. You melt under his hands, moaning his name as he caresses and kneads your tits, making your pussy throb with need, spreading even more of your creamy arousal over the front of his pants, where you rub yourself against his hard bulge.

Your trained fingers expertly unbuckle his belt and open his pants before pulling down his underwear just enough to free his throbbing hard cock.

He has a pretty cock. Long and very hard, with a prominent vein on the underside and a pretty pink head. His thick base is surrounded by short trimmed silver hair, so pretty that it makes your stomach flutter.

He twitches under your gaze as if begging you to touch him. You don't let him wait. He feels hot against your skin when you wrap your hand around him and start stroking him, so hard for you and already dripping with pre-cum. A gorgeous cock to spoil with your love.

Caelus' moans are the cutest thing you have ever heard, high-pitched and sweet when you stroke him thoroughly, pumping his gorgeous cock in your fist, starting at his thick base and going up all the way to his pretty pink tip, caressing it lovingly with your thumb, and smearing his pre all over him.

You catch yourself moaning his name shakily when you move closer so you can rub your wet pussy against his hard length, letting him settle between your slick pussy lips, hot and heavy, making your pussy pulse with desire, while your fingertips still tease his pretty tip and slit.

"Ah, please... please.. oh fuck! I think I'm gonna die."

You smile at his words, something you never did before during your job.

"You aren't going to die from getting your cock spoiled. You are literally the King of the Fight Club. You won against all those tough guys and robots. You are so strong and so brave. I think you will survive a victory fuck."

That makes him smile, golden eyes sparkling at you.

"Did you like my fights?"

"Yes, I did. You were very sexy. I was hoping I would be the lucky one who gets chosen to keep you company. I was hoping I could ride your cock tonight. And look how luck was on my side!"

With that, you sink down slowly on his gorgeous throbbing cock, gasping and mewling as he stretches you open, slowly slipping into you, so hot and perfect.

Your gaze is glued to his, looking deeply into his pretty eyes, marveling at their color and the bliss and horniness you see in them.

Caelus' strong hands land on your hips, caressing and steadying you at the same time, helping you ease down onto his hard length until you sit on his thighs again, skin against skin, his silver pubic hair rubbing against your swollen clit.

You are as close as possible to him. Your pussy is filled with his gorgeous hard cock, so deep in you that it makes you moan just to feel him like this. Just sitting on his wonderful cock, basking in the feeling of having him throb inside you, hot and hard.

You rock your hips experimentally, gasping at how good it feels when Caelus' thick cockhead caresses your sweet spot, making you see stars already.

He sounds breathless and needy when he gasps,

"Fuck yeah... please ride me, baby. Your pussy feels so heavenly!"

Your hands are running through his soft silver hair as you start moving up and down on his cock slowly, whimpering at the feeling of his swollen tip massaging your sweet spot.

His hands are restless on your body, wandering over your curves greedily now, kneading your ass roughly as he snaps his hips, meeting your movements, fucking needily into you, making both of you moan loudly.

And now there is no holding back anymore. You ride him for real, bouncing on his cock like you were trained to do. But tonight, you do it with extra passion, with all your devotion, genuinely intent on spoiling this gorgeous hot cock. Wanting to fuck him so good that he loses his mind, make him cum so hard he will never forget you and this planet. So that on all his journeys through the galaxies, he will still think of this night and of you and maybe one day return to you to fuck you again and again and maybe forever.

You lift yourself off him almost entirely, only to sink back again all the way, taking all his gorgeous hard length back into your tight heat, over and over again, bouncing on his cock at a wild pace now, tits bouncing heavily, fingers tugging on his hair. And Caelus meets your thrusts, fucking you just as hard as you fuck him, needy and feral, as if your pussy is his sanctuary.

He looks so pretty, long silver lashes fluttering, head thrown back in pleasure as loud unrestrained moans fall from his lips accompanied by mindless horny babbling,

"Oh god, oh baby.. oh fuckk fuck fuck yes... you fuck me so good! Ahh! Ahh, I'm gonna, oh god, I'm gonna cum! Where can I?"

Before you can answer him, he already pulls out of you with a loud, desperate moan.

His pretty golden eyes roll back while his strong fingers tighten on your hips, certainly leaving bruises this time.

His cum shoots messily over your stomach and up to your tits, hot and sticky, painting them white.

Caelus looks at you mesmerized, breathing heavily. Suddenly his pretty face is buried between your tits, warm wet mouth on your skin, tongue lapping hungrily at your tits, sucking on your nipples, licking his cum off you while he moans and whimpers and mumbles incomprehensible praises to you.

But you can make out some of the words,

"Sweet thing....so pretty....so warm and wet...so good to me.. spoiling me so good."

He takes one of your nipples into his warm mouth and sucks on it while his hand slips between your thighs, and suddenly, two calloused fingers rub your clit.

A surprised whine escapes your lips. No client ever kept going after they had already cum. They usually push you off, slap your ass and tell you how cute you are. The generous ones will tip you, others will tell you to get lost and leave them alone.

But Caelus is touching you even after he already spent his pleasure. His fingers rub your clit feverishly. You are slick with your cream and some of his cum, making it messy and almost clumsy how he massages you, but he is so eager, so loving and tender, and you find yourself sobbing with need, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck,

"You wouldn't have had to pull out."

"Oh? Not? Well then... oh fuck, you are so perfect!"

And with that, he pushes his still-hard cock back into you, taking you by surprise again. You mewl loudly, fingers digging tightly into Caelus' shoulders, marveling at the feeling of his firm muscles under your fingertips.

"Your pussy feels so warm, ah fuck! I love it! Wanna feel more, baby. Please cum on me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock!"

His voice is low and raspy. One of his strong arms is wrapped around your waist, holding you safely in place, fingers trailing soothingly up and down the small of your back. The other hand is pushed between your legs, caressing your clit enthusiastically, rubbing it lovingly, rolling it gently between two fingers. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure all through your body.

And Caelus' gorgeous long cock fills you again, so hot and perfect, so deep inside you. Caelus rocks his hips, groaning softly at the overstimulation, but he keeps going, wanting to give you pleasure and make you follow him over the edge.

You scream when you cum, face pressed against Caelus' neck, sobbing and crying from how heavenly it feels to cum on his cock. Heavenly, just like him. Just like his name indicates. You are cumming all over his gorgeous cock in long hot waves, hot and wet, cream pooling on his pretty silver pubic hair, soaking it with your sticky wetness.

You cling to Caelus, fingers clutching the firm muscles of his back, your naked tits pressed tightly against him, still sitting on him, pussy stuffed with his hot cock, unwilling to let him go. Slowly riding your orgasm out on him, not stopping even when your pussy is twitching hotly from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You stay right there on Caelus' lap, skin against skin, keeping him so deep inside you, filling you completely, exactly where he should be.

You can feel more of your cream dripping onto his balls and pants, messing them up even more.

A warm chuckle comes from Caelus,

"Now it's fair. I came on you, and you came on me."

His golden eyes sparkle at you when you lift your face off his shoulder, so pretty, so otherworldly. It makes your heart clench painfully. You don't want him to go. He is your starlight in the Underworld. He cannot vanish again like a shooting star.

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself,

"Will you leave again? To your planet?"

You bite your lip. You shouldn't ask a client those things, especially not when he still has his cock in you.

But Caelus smiles at you, and suddenly his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly.

"I will probably travel to the next planet someday, but I have no idea when. But I know that I will be back tomorrow night for the next fight. And next month will be the new championship, right? I certainly don't want to miss that...and I heard there are even bigger events planned throughout the year..."

"So, I'll see you again?"

"Of course, you will. I will tell your boss I need your company for good luck! Will you kiss my baseball bat again before each fight?"

He looks at you with that cheeky sparkle in his beautiful golden eyes again, and you feel such relief surge through you that it almost makes you feel a bit dizzy. You laugh softly,

"I will certainly do that. Not just the bat, though."

And with that, you lean closer, closing the remaining space between the two of you, and press your lips to Caelus', meeting him in a slow deep kiss.

Thank you so much for reading!! Tbh, I have to thank Junya Enoki for this lmaoo. I said I didn't have time for a new game, but then I found out that he voices Caelus in the Japanese version. And now HSR is my fave game! I am having so much fun! AND I FELL HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH CAELUS! I had to write a little story for him! He is so cute and so sexy! I am constantly moaning anytime he says something, and when he fights omgggg, I am drooling!

I hope you enjoyed this story and that you love Caelus too! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

I want to write a second part of this story because I feel like reader's love story with Caelus is just beginning, and I want them to have some more time together :)

[bigfan-fanfic]

Brother Mine (Winchester!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester PLATONIC)

@xweirdo101x Hello, hope you are having a good day/nightI was wondering if I could request a Sam and Dean having an older brother (maybe by one or 2 years)  maybe they haven't seen reader in a couple years. The brother's finally get to see reader when he pulls them out of trouble?

(okay, author's note in that Sam is 22 at the start of the show and Dean is 26. The show spans the same amount of time as in the real world, technically, so Sam ends the show at 37 while Dean ends it at 41. Meaning this elder brother is probably 28 at the start and ends it 43. Good lord, that show went on for a while lol)

"So, explain to me why the two of you chuckleheads are in jail in freaking Kentucky? Because last I heard, Sam was going to college in California and you were still hunting boogeymen with Dad."

The two young men in front of you share a glance as you bail them out of some podunk town's drunk tank.

"Dad's... in trouble." Sam sighs, finally, to a harsh glare from Dean.

"Good riddance to bad assholes." you growl, and Dean clenches his fist

You and your little brothers don't exactly have a great relationship.

With the better part of seventeen years of your lives dedicated to hunting what lies in the darkness, spurred on by your domineering and obsessive father, Dean always has blamed you for "abandoning the family" and "breaking Dad's heart" because you left the life at nineteen and left seventeen year old Dean and thirteen year old Sam behind.

You did the amateur boxing circuit for a while before you were hired on to an indie security company and ended up catching the eye of the owner who trained you until you took over, eventually buying the company and running it.

You know a lot of your money was sent to help pay off any expenses Sam had, but you don't know if it was used for that or blown for motel stays or alcohol or sawed-off-shotguns or salt slugs for Dean and John.

You tried to stay in touch with Sam, but it was awkward. And he wanted space away from "family."

So you know neither of them would ever contact you unless something real bad happened (and apparently Dean's grudge was so strong that he wouldn't even inform you that John went missing)

Though to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't really matter to you anyway, and that's a matter to discuss with your therapist.

"I can't believe you called him." Dean grumbles, like a child.

"Sam apparently knew you'd need a responsible adult." you snark, and he grimaces. "Now, care to tell me why you're road-tripping?"

Sam looks at you. "My girlfriend. Jess. Whatever got Mom... it got her too."

"And you think that Dad is close to tracking it down and that's why he vanished." you sigh.

"Lemme guess, you're gonna tell us that there's nothing that goes bump in the night?" Dean sneers, looking at Sam.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna tell you that it's not your job to chase it. It's not your duty."

"We save people. We hunt things. It's the family business." Dean growls.

"Jesus, Dean, do you hear how you sound?" you groan. "It's this kind of obsession that I tried to get away from! A terrible thing happened to Mom, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it. It's not our fault, and it's not our responsibility to chase whatever did it down!"

"It's just gonna keep hurting people. We've seen it happening. It's gathering other people like Sam."

"Fuck." you growl.

Dean senses an in. "You were even better than me, back in the day. Remember when you ganked that skinchanger?"

He says "you were only 14" with as much reverence and awe as you do disgust and shame.

"I can't convince either of you to... let the chips fall where they may?"

"Nope." Dean pops the "p" sound.

"Sorry, no." Sam adds.

"I don't wanna kill things anymore, Dean. Not even bad things. But I do care about you both. So here. I'm going to help you, on one condition. We're going to all come back to my place in California, and Sam is going to apply to fucking law school, and you're gonna think about what you really want with your life, Dean."

They think.

They look at each other.

They nod.

"Welcome back." Dean grins.

"You better not still drive that shitty Impala and listen to crappy 80s rock."

Sam winces.

[dairy-farmer]

You know how hormonal bullshittery like pregnancy and the monthly Fuck You, make people feel really REALLY horny? Even when they basicly can't act on it or are feeling gross?

......wanna bet that's what being a Beta is like?

Cause they ARE the same species. Why would THEY get to dodge the heats/rutts bullet entirely? They get clipped! They still have to suffer! Hell, I bet they still have the same organs regardless!

That Beta male can ABSOLUTELY give you a child.

It's just incredibly, INCREDIBLY unlikely. THE textbook definition of a high risk pregnancy. Oh, and incredibly tough on their body. Cause the organ is basicly vestigial. It WORKS but for fucks sake! If you're advising a Beta couple, just tell them to use the far more effective SECONDARY in the biologically female beta! Assuming there is one! Are you TRYING to people in the hospital?!

But of course, just cause it isn't likely to give you a baby (unless Extreme Situations blah dee blah dee you get the picture, historical contexts), doesn't mean it doesn't fuck with your hormones. Leave you feeling gross.

Because!

Beats? Get "seasons". Short for fertile seasons. It was this whole old myth, that they were more likely to get pregnant during their "seasons". When in reality, they are basicly either pseudo-heats or pseudo-rutts, depending on which trait (while recessive) is stronger.

Tim looked it up. He had time too.

Cause he feels GROSS and horny. No one touch him or he'll stab you but also cuddle him right now or he'll cry. He hates all of you. Your his best friends and he loves you. He'd burn Gotham down for a Specific Brand of those one pickles.

He can't find the drier sheets... he's a failure and the world is ending, time to sit down and cry.

Needless to say? Thank FUCK it only happens like 3 times a year. He's already a mess, he refuses to let anyone see him like this. He doesn't CARE that "studies" and "common sense" say that pack helps manage the symptoms! He can handle it! Fuck you! He'll bite!

.........he sowwy. Are you mad?

And see, normally? His squirrelly "I gotta drop off the map, don't follow me" routine wouldn't be a problem. God knows BRUCE has let it go on for WAY too long. But? Jason? Jason is suspicious. Been trying to do better. And more importantly?

Been keeping track of days in his head.

Been about three months since you last went dark, Timbers. Suspicious number of days to go silent too. Bout the same number of days as a season. Knock the fuck knock, Timby tock! Open the fucking door. You can do it, or I will.

Tim looks like a miserable drowned Racoon.

Sweaty.

So sexy.

He has the AUDACITY to GROWL at him with his Itty bitty lil crackle beta voice. Jason informs him he's lucky "sad and pathetic" is somehow still cute on him, picks him up like a sack of cheap take-out, and drags him back to his place.

Tells him to scrub the layer of sweaty misery of himself while he gets food ready.

It's... it's nice. Tim realizes. Having this walking tank of an Alpha just sort of casually take care of him. Flop down on him like a weighted blanket. The chatter of Jason's shows in the background, the smell of his nest pressed against Tim's face, pressure against his body, warm and heavy. The feeling of Jason's hand, absent-mindedly playing with his hair, as he reads or researchs.

Tim can... drift.

They don't do anything that first time. Or the second. Or third. But the thought creeps in to Tim's head and won't leave. He bet it'd feel nice. Bet Jason would take care of him. Jason is so GOOD at take care of people. He's so tired. No one ELSE takes care of him. Even when he's so good for them. Tries his best.

.....he wants to go back and nap in Jason's nest again.

That was nice.

And? Alpha senses are sharper then a Betas. Jason NOTICES Tim starting to glance at him more and more. Linger closer and closer. Get that little mournful, hopeful, look in his eyes. Notices him start to look HAPPIER as his season gets closer, instead of annoyed. Like his looking forward to it.

Oh ho~? Jason's a lot of things, but dumb? Not one of them.

Not all of those looks were strictly platonic longing. It gave Jason some things to think about. Too consider. Does he... want too?

.....yeah. Yeah he does.

Better buy some of the Good Shit then. His lube sucks.

So Timbers comes over. Jason's done some research. What helps horny, miserable Betas. He's also a Bat. He pulls the ol "oh look, I just so happen to be freshly showed and in criminally short bathrobe. Mmmm, I sure am CLOSE, aren't i?" gambit. It's not even remotely subtle.

Tim's too busy ogling to notice or care.

Oh LOOK! Jason's sprawling like a magnificent big cat! Legs splayed and muscles loose, draped back against your side like your his personal throne! Mmm, sure is distracted by this show! And not paying attention to you! Would be a perfect time to get... ideas(tm)~

And Tim IS. Because Jason's leaning back against his torso, warm and heavy, smelling so... so NICE. And... t-thighs. Long... legs long. Strong. W.. wanna touch. Lick everything. *desperately tries not to whine in Horny*

But then? Jason does his "absent-mindedly petting Tim" thing? And his self control is fuckin DYING here, man! (Yeah, Jason's knows. It should die faster.) A-and s.. surely it's okay if... if TIM pets back right? Purely platonic! He can control himself!

......that's a fuckin lie.

He's not even sure HOW, but Jason's cock ends up in mouth. And it's like his brain cuts out, leaving him limp and full of pleasant static. Curled up, a strong hand softly playing with his hair, occasionally rubbing his cheek. As his mouth is filled, his vision filled, as all he can smell is JASON. Glide, push, glide, push. Tounge and throat and careful with his teeth.

Like meditation.

He's not even desperately trying to get him off, just wants Jason to fill his mouth. Too pay attention to him. Keep running his hands across his skin. And Jason does.

And sure, he considers pulling Timbers into his lap. Filling him properly. But the lil guy look so RELAXED for once. So blissed out. So? Sure buddy... you can have Alphas cock. Go ahead and suck. That's It. You're doing a real good job.

Course, once he figures out how to turn Tim's brain off? He has to figure out if it's a "all the time" thing or a "season" thing. You know... for excuses reasons. And? As a very stressful serial killer case soon proves? It's an all the time thing.

Drag him back to HIS safe house, patch him up, and pull him down to rest in a nice lil defensible layered nest? Right between his knees as he "keeps watch"? And Timbers can't seem to help himself. And damn if it doesn't feel fantastic, not gonna lie. No one EVER gets that... that fuckin WORSHIPFUL of Jason. It's setting off all SORTS of instincts in his head.

Gonna make that fucked up trainwreck a lasagna. Force him to take a nap.

His his his his, good boy baby, his.

Thankfully, it's not so much Tim OPPOSED as Tim, once again, single mindedly focused. So Jason just has too, with GREAT sacrifice and strength of will, NOT let Tim get his magnificent lil mouth get ahold of his cock. But gently push him back and flop down on him. Run his hands down and down until he strikes gold.

Doesn't take him long to figure out what Tim likes. What days he doesn't want to think, needs to be fucked brainless. What days he can't stand touch, needs a good thick toy and some company. The days he wants Jason's fingers. Or a bead for his clit and a nice long relaxing Zone out suck on Jason's cock.

He's Jason's needy, prissy, demanding, god awful, pillow princess of a train wreck Beta and Jason adores him. They practically live together by now. Reak of each other. You would have to be WILLFULLY BLIND to not notice.

So of course... the others notice last.

Too late! You didn't take care of him, bruce! So I DID! I fed that bitch a lasagna! AND my coc-! *Horrified Bat noises*

Tim's never been happier.

-🐼

😍😍😍😍 jason turning hissy tim into a sweet, pliant beta that would just like to fuck him while looking like the spirtual equivalent of 🥺

[takeachillpillshawty]

My ranking of every dorm Restroom from most to least clean.

Pomefiore

12\10

Complementary soap and origami hand towels, it smells like lilac and hope.

It puts women restrooms in country clubs to shame.

Vil probably has a special day where everyone help clean the restrooms.

Heartslabyul

Another wonderful dorm 10\10

It's up to standard, and there's a little flower vase near the sink.

It's practically against the rules to leave that place dirty. Not even a dribble of piss in sight.

Scarabia

9\10

I don't really have anything to say about it but I have the vibe that there is almost always no toilet paper in there, and if there is someone is hogging it.

Octavinelle

it's great but...8\10

It clean don't get me wrong... But I can imagine being midway taking a shit and you hear a few stalls over the twin dragging in someone who owes Azul and dunking their head in the toilet asking where the money is.

Besides that not bad.

Ignihyde

7\10

It's a basic restroom honestly. It's either clean or clean but smells funky and no-one knows where it's coming from....but let's be real, these students probably has a shit bucket and piss bottle so they don't have to leave their room.

Diasomnia

.... 5\10

These motherfuckers use an outhouse 💀

There is NO toilet and it doesn't help that the dorm smells a bit musky too. As much as I love Diasomnia I'm not shitting in a chamber pot 💀

Savannah Claw

I left the worse for last... -12\10 💀

It looks like a crack den. Shit smeared on the wall, missing toilet seat, toliet tanks, MISSING TOILETS!!!!

Doors are miss and toilet paper is non existent, one of the toilets always clogged and flooding the damn place. You see people fighting in there more than people actually use the restroom. Graffiti and writing is on the wall like a messed up Picasso painting.

Don't ask why there's a hole in one of the walls...you don't wanna know....

You can smell your future shit when you step in there, trust me if you want to live STD free don't use any of the stalls, you have a better chance shitting in your hands.

[bellaofthevalley]

Savanaclaw: in Ailment

just a cutesy probably ooc leona sickfic text in italics and bold is text messages. text only in italics is thoughts.

Won't be able to make it to our breakfast date. Sorry Leona </3 will make it up to u promise! <333 

Leona stares at the text with furrowed brows, his tail twisting behind him. Every little move it does speaks volumes about his confusion and worry, but no anger; he knows his darling isn't the type to cancel their dates randomly for no reason, especially one he knows you'd been really looking forward to. It had taken a while of him nagging you for you to admit you really, really wanted to try a particularly expensive but beautiful and highly-praised spot. 

Expensive for you, but quite cheap for Leona. Leona, who hadn't wasted much time before he'd reserved a spot. So for you to now text him this…. It is concerning. 

And then he gets another text before he can ask you why. 

Sick :( don't wanna make u sick 2 :(((

Leona huffs, raising an eyebrow. Idiot. His favourite idiot, but still an idiot. If you thought he'd just simply let you be, you were sorely mistaken. 

I'll swing by the doctors. Do you need any specific medicine? 

(You'd laughed once, about how his formal training as a Prince shines through his texts. He always, according to you, used right spellings and punctuations.) 

Noooooo!!!! stay home nd nap i can brave thru this!!!! 

No, you really can't and shouldn't. Leona snorts at his own thoughts, finally pocketing his phone without answering. He's in his room already, so all he has to do is pick up a bag that contains a gift for you and then, just like he'd said he'd do, swing by the doctors to pick up some common cold and fever medicine, and then he leaves the palace. 

He doesn't go to your home right away, though. He stops by a shop, picks out several ingredients all fresh and new for a chicken broth, and then he finally goes to your house; it's in a quiet neighbourhood, though your place is quite visible simply because you like having a colourful garden and vines with blooming flowers that crawl up your walls. Some of them were luminescent, so they glowed soothing shades in the night, perfect for sleeping under in your back garden. 

But now isn't the time to think about that.

Leona doesn't need to knock; he has a copy of your house key, and uses that to enter your home. In the quietude and the closed drapes that leave the house dim, the only thing he can make out right away is your soothing scent, stifled by your sickness. 

And then he hears your coughs, broken only by your sneeze, and he knows he has to act fast. 

Chicken broth doesn't take much time to cook, so he gets working on that while simultaneously cleaning around your house… which is already clean, so he knows you'd either already done it and made yourself feel worse, or was so sick you couldn't leave your bed in the first place. 

Leona sets the broth to simmer, picks up his gift bag, and climbs up the stairs to your room. “Darling? It's me, Leona.” he calls, hearing your rustling and moving in your bed before he reaches your room and sees you. 

“Leona?” voice scratchy, your head pops up from the blanket you'd cocooned yourself in. Your hair was flying up in every way, and your eyes were droopy, barely awake. But you're aware enough to pout frown. “Didn't… didn't I say not to come here?” 

“No.” Leona easily replies, putting his hand on your forehead. Too hot, and yet you were still shivering…. Which wasn't that much of a surprise when he sees you're only wearing a tank top and some shorts. In winter. But chiding your right now would just make you feel worse. 

“Leonaaa…” You whine quietly, closing your eyes. Shivers go down your body, and you try to bury yourself more in the blanket. “So cold, so tired, so sick…” 

“I know, doll,” he sighs, taking the blanket off you even when you whine again. “Come on, let's change you into something warmer and take you out of this room. The air is stale here.” 

And here is where he pulls his gift out; a lion onesie, thick and fluffy and worlds warmer than your current clothes, and faintly smelling like him. Leona helps you change into it, feeling you lean against him. 

“Warm,” Your whisper is soft, wiggling your toes in the onesie while Leona fixes your bedhead so tangled hair doesn't irritate you. “And soft. Comfy.” 

“Good.” he replies, finished and setting the brush down. Winding his arms under your back and thighs, Leona carries you downstairs to the living room, to the couch. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno… not hungry.” You sigh when he places you down, curling up immediately in his arms before he can leave to bring you the soup. “So… tired. Should've dressed warmer when I went out a few days ago.” 

Leona wraps his arms around you, pulling you to rest on top of him. The house is warm now, the smell of chicken broth curling in the air and your body safe and sound in his embrace, shivers subsiding and your eyes blinking slower and slower. 

“Sleep, doll.” he whispers against you, kissing her temple. His lips linger on your skin, hands massaging down your back. His magic wraps a blanket around you, freshly tumbled and dried, and he feels you melt even more against him. 

 “I'll take care of you, I promise. Always.” 

Masterpost

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty-four

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, smut, oral (male!receiving) word count: 6.1k a/n: shits getting HEATED Y'ALL HAHAAA

pov: layla

After watching Matt clear out the bottom drawer in his dresser and neatly fold every item before placing them in the drawer, we sat on his bed while we waited for Nick and Chris to get home. I fiddled with the rings on his fingers as I laid between his legs, his stomach against my back while his chin sat on my head. He was watching YouTube on his TV and I didn't pay attention to what it was as I spun the rings on his fingers, focusing on anything but the pain in my back and the weight on my chest of having to go back home.

"Where's your phone and bag?" he suddenly asked and I pursed my lips, adjusting my head so it was laying against his chest more comfortably.

"I left my shit at home. I took a random bag with the shit I needed because I didn't know them so I didn't want them going through my stuff," I explained and he hummed, the vibrations of his voice flowing through me, "I don't wanna go back home but if I wait too long then it will just make my dad even more mad."

"We'll figure it out baby," he said softly before he kissed the top of my head, "Come to the game and you can stay the night again. We'll deal with it tomorrow."

"Everyone's gonna see me like this at the game," I mumbled, being reminded of the gash in my face that would be impossible to hide.

"I think they're gonna notice the fact you're walking in with me more than the cut on your face," he answered with a light-heartedness in his tone making a smile break out on my face.

"Cocky much," I giggled as his hands fell away from mine and he wrapped his arms around my torso.

He leaned down, kissing my temple before he whispered in my ear, "You love it."

I closed my eyes as he gently squeezed my hips, kissing and biting the skin beneath my ear. I grabbed his forearms, pushing his hands off of me as I leaned forward. I spun around, kneeling on either side of his body as I sat down on his thighs before I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his again. His hands found their way to my ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulled my hips down to his. I began swivelling my hips against his until I realised moving my hips back and forth hurt my lower back too much.

"Wait," I whimpered as I pulled back and looked down at his puffy lips with his glassy eyes full of worry, "It just hurts my back to do that."

"Hold onto me," he whispered, gently kissing my lips again as I kept my arms around his neck and he sat up away from the headboard. He slowly flipped us around so he knelt between my legs and my head was placed gently on the pillows, "This better?"

"Mhm," I hummed as I smiled up at him, pulling his back down to kiss him again. He rolled his hips into mine making me gasp at the friction and he smirked against me, continuing his movements as his tongue slid past my teeth.

I whined into his mouth as he pressed against me further, bringing his right hand to my tank top and teasingly pulling it down my chest. He bit my bottom lip before moving his lips away from mine, trailing kisses down my jaw and neck before he kissed along my collarbones. He trailed down my chest and I moved my hands to his hair, his fingertips warm on my bare skin as he pulled my tank top down further. He sucked and bit across my boobs as I sighed at the sensation, looking down to see a few small bruises already forming on my pale skin.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was swung open and Chris yelped while holding his hands out in front of him, "Alright, chill out!"

"This is my room idiot, get the fuck out!" Matt yelled back as he quickly pulled my tank top back up and I covered my chest with my arms, my face heating as Chris furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm not getting out because we gotta go," Chris rolled his eyes, walking further into the room as Matt moved back from leaning over me, my legs still on either side of his waist.

"What?" Matt asked, confusion clear in his voice as he grabbed my left ankle, pulling my leg over his head so he could sit to the left of me. The sight of him ducking under my leg made me giggle because he could've easily just knelt over my legs to sit beside me.

"It's quarter to four already. Get your asses up we gotta go!" Chris clapped his hands twice to try to hurry us up as he picked a hoodie up from Matt's floor, "And stop stealing my shit."

"Get out dude," Matt rolled his eyes and Chris rolled his eyes back as he trudged out of the room, closing the door behind him. Matt rubbed a hand over his face before grumbling, "Fuck."

"I'll take care of that later," I glanced down at his now half-hard dick before I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek and getting off of the bed, ignoring the ache between my legs as much as possible.

+++

Nick decided he would come along since it was their last game and he knew this was a big deal for his brothers as well as Nate. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, running a hand over the cut on my face which Chris had placed butterfly tape on before we left. I tried to cover the bruise on my face as best as I could with the makeup Matt had bought me but if you looked close enough it was still noticeable.

I decided to wear the white long-sleeved shirt that Matt had bought for me earlier and I kept on the dark blue sweatpants I stole from him earlier. I also decided to wear the black zip-up hoodie and I kept the hood on to hide my face. I underestimated the cold weather because the moment we stepped out of the car, I shivered from the breeze.

"Layls!" I heard Allie call out and I walked to the front of the car to see we had parked to the right of Nate's car, both Nate and Mia jumping out of it.

"Hey," I said quietly, noticing the way she looked at my face in worry.

"Are you okay? What happened?" she quickly walked over to me and I let my mouth hang open, realising I didn't have a lie to come up with.

I decided I would go with the lie I told Matt's mother and I mumbled, "Some guys jumped me when I was walking home yesterday. I'm fine really."

"What the fuck?" Nate furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards me with his duffle bag on his shoulder, clearly overhearing my explanation to Allie, "Who were they?"

"I don't know. I didn't even have anything on me so they didn't steal anything," I shrugged, nervous at their slight interrogation but I knew it was out of concern. Mia didn't say anything to me, instead she walked to the back of Matt's car from where he and Chris were getting their duffle bags from.

"Shit, I'm sorry that happened, Layls," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged, trying to brush it off.

"It's okay. We're here for you guys. Don't worry about me," I gave him a half-hearted smile before I turned around to see Matt walking towards me, Mia following behind me as she talked.

"Hey Matty," Mia tapped his shoulder and he waited till he stood next to me to turn around to look at her, "Can I have your jacket? It's really cold."

"Nope," Matt answered blandly and I pursed my lips, pride filling me at his bluntness with her.

"What? You always give me your jacket," Mia's face twisted into a frown and Matt raised his eyebrows.

"I figured you would learn that you need a jacket by now. You're not getting mine. Besides," he said as he locked the car after Chris closed the trunk of the car and walked towards us, "I'm giving it to my girlfriend."

At the same time, all five of them made their shocked and confused sounds making me snicker to myself.

"You guys are actually dating? When did this happen?" Allie asked me excitedly as she tugged on the sleeve of my hoodie and I looked at her with my eyebrows raised.

"Like 3 hours ago," I chuckled as she jumped excitedly making me laugh at her.

"You failed to tell us this the entire way here!" Nick looked at us in shock and I smiled awkwardly as I shrugged.

"Figured it was easier to tell you all at the same time," Matt shrugged, swinging his arm over my shoulder and I leaned on his shoulder as more cars pulled into the car park.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Mia rolled her eyes, pure annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not doing this right now, Mia," Matt deadpanned and she scoffed, looking out into the car park.

"I'm gonna go talk to Dan," Mia mumbled before she spun around and walked towards the car that I saw Dan get out of moments ago. I could tell she wanted to argue but I think she held it in for the sake of Matt, knowing they had to be focused on the game.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Chris threw his hands up as he began walking towards the building making me giggle at how dramatic he could be. We all followed behind him and I glanced back to see Mia death-staring me from where she leant against Dan's car.

I ignored her as we made our way inside, surpassing the lobby before we went inside the rink. The freezing air made me shiver once again and we reached the stairs where Allie and I were going to sit causing all of us to stop.

Nick and Allie both hugged Chris and Nate, wishing them good luck and I gave Nate a fist bump. Chris held his fist up to me for a fist bump and I furrowed my eyebrows with a smirk, pushing his hand out of the way before I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I heard him let out a breathy chuckle before he carefully wrapped his hands around my back.

I pulled away, my hood falling off of my head as I looked at him, "Good luck."

"Thanks, Layls," Chris said as he ruffled my hair and I swatted his hand away before he laughed and made his way to the locker room. Allie and Nick then hugged Matt as I looked at Nate.

"You're not pissed at me anymore?" I asked cautiously and he smiled, shaking his head.

"If Matt's over it then so am I," he said and I gave him a smile as I nodded.

"Good luck out there. Don't fall on your ass," I said quietly and he shoved my shoulder back as he chuckled before he walked away. Nick and Allie had finished talking to Matt and they made their way up the stairs as I turned to look at Matt. People began filing past us and I pulled the hood back onto my head, feeling self-conscious from their stares of judgement.

"Hey," Matt said grabbing my chin for me to look at him, "You okay?"

"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows and he smiled, running his thumb along my cheek.

"You said that last time," he pointed out and I smiled at the memory before I nodded.

"And I'm still correct," I shrugged and he moved his hand away from my face. I looked at him in confusion as he slid the duffle back off of his shoulder, placing it to his right before he slid off his letterman jacket, "Matt-"

"Shut up. I can tell how cold you are, pretty girl," he mumbled as he swung the jacket over my shoulders. I sighed, sliding my arms into the sleeves and he smiled at me, picking up his bag and placing it on his shoulder again, "Besides, I want everyone to know who you're here for."

"Okay fuck off and go win this game for me then," I smiled up at him and he put his cold fingers under the layers of clothes I had, gripping my waist as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "It's your turn to get surprised later if you do."

"Oh my god," he mumbled as I kissed his jaw before I pulled back, "Good luck kiss?"

"If I give you a kiss will you go after?" I asked, knowing he needed to go get changed by now and he hummed, nodding his head. I rolled my eyes playfully before I placed my lips against his. He hummed against me, attempting to slide his tongue between my lips but I knew he'd get carried away so I didn't let him. I pulled back, looking up at him with a dopey smile. I pecked his lips once more before I said, "Go. You need to focus."

"Yes ma'am," he nodded, unravelling his hands from around my waist before he walked away to the locker rooms. I pursed my lips, spinning around and making my way up the stairs to join Nick and Allie.

“I’m not over this!” Allie squealed as I sat down to her right and I rolled my eyes, pulling Matt’s jacket around me tighter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mia ascending the stairs before she stopped beside me.

“Can you move?” she asked, her tone bitchy now that Matt wasn’t here and I just stared at her with a blank expression, “I sit next to Allie.”

“Maybe you should’ve got here faster then,” I deadpanned, not bothering to give her the time of day as I looked back at the rink in front of me.

“Can you just not be a bitch and move?” she questioned, her whiny voice made me cringe.

I didn’t bother looking at her as I replied, “Take a look in the mirror before you start calling me a bitch.”

“Layls,” Nick mumbled my name and I looked at him with a questioning look, “Sit between me and Allie. We have shit to talk.”

I bit the inside of my lip for a moment before I nodded. I didn’t want to give Mia the satisfaction of moving but Nick was much nicer about it and I knew I wanted to talk to Nick more since out of our the whole group of friends I’d spent the least amount of time with him.

Nick shuffled left to create space between Allie and him which I gladly sat down in. Mia happily sat beside Allie before she pulled her phone out of the white puffer jacket that looked too big for her.

+++

I never knew I could be so stressed watching a sport but I finally understood why NFL games got so intense. This was nothing compared to the Superbowl, I was well aware of that, but I also knew that this meant so much to Matt, Chris and Nate and now me. I was practically ripping the skin around my nails in anticipation.

In the last third, both teams were at 4 points each and as they skated around the ice quickly, I held my breath the whole time. I don't think I'd ever seen my friends so focused on anything in their life and I was watching in awe at how quickly they moved.

There were only 2 minutes left and I knew they wouldn't want to go overtime so these last 2 minutes meant everything. My eyes couldn't keep up with the puck as it glided across the ice and Allie was gripping onto the bench we were sitting on. Nick was biting his nails nervously as Mia held her phone up to record the end of the game. I was leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, cracking my knuckles as they made it to the right half of the rink.

I glanced up at the clock that read only 45 seconds left as I mumbled to myself, "Come on guys."

"They have to fucking make this," Allie tilted her head in anticipation and watched as they rounded the back of the net with the puck. The goalie was practically lying on the floor to block the puck as much as possible and I watched as Matt hit the puck towards Chris who attempted to shoot it into the net. It hit the pole and rebounded as everyone around us groaned.

Nate swooped in and hit it back to Chris before the opposing team could get it. Suddenly, Chris hit it again at lightning speed and this time it didn't hit the pole. Instead, it went directly into the net and the horn blared to signal that it was the end of the game.

All four of us jumped out of our seats, cheering with pure excitement and pride. The entire team skated onto the ice and they huddled around, a few of them almost falling over as they threw their gloved hands up in victory. I could barely spot Nate, Chris and Matt as their team surrounded them but I was so full of joy that I turned to Nick instead.

"There's no fucking way they just did that!" I yelled and Nick laughed at my excitement. I could tell he was equally as proud, if not prouder, but he kept his excitement at bay unlike Allie, Mia and I.

"Let's go!" Allie's hand suddenly gripped mine and I was pulled down the stairs, Mia leading us as Nick trailed behind me. We made our way around the rink towards where they got on the ice, ignoring everywhere staring at us. We waited as the losing team trudged out of the gate and went to the lockers with disappointment written on their faces until Matt's team began getting off the ice. I stayed back as Allie, Mia and Nick congratulated the rest of the team but I looked back to the centre of the ice where Nate, Chris and Matt were trailing behind with pure joy on their faces.

As soon as Matt stepped off of the ice, I practically lunged at him and he chuckled as I wrapped my hands around his torso. I heard Allie, Mia and Nick praising our friends but I just left my head on Matt's chest.

"You would think he's the one who got the winning shot," I heard Chris's sarcastic voice chirp up and I pursed my lips, pulling away from Matt as I turned around to look at him, "I don't even get a congrats?"

"Fuck off," I rolled my eyes with a smile before I stepped towards him, hugging him around his torso as well. I left my head on his chest for a moment before I mumbled, "Proud of you, kid."

"Thanks, Layls," he chuckled and I pulled away from him, looking up at him since the skates made him a lot taller. He ruffled my hair once again and I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing his arm away in annoyance. I turned to Nate last as Nick turned to Chris to give him a hug.

"I guess you can have a hug too," I rolled my eyes as the sarcasm rolled off of my tongue and Nate chuckled. I hugged his torso, the layers of clothes making him feel bigger than he was, "Good job."

"Thanks," he responded quietly and I looked up at him, my arms still around his torso.

I furrowed my eyebrows as he gave me a half-hearted smile before I asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a stressful game," he shrugged and I let my arms unravel from around him before Mia spoke up.

"Let's go celebrate!" she cheered happily and I turned around to see she had her arm around Matt's torso. I felt a pang of jealousy run through me but I kept my cool so I looked up at Matt.

"I agree," I raised my eyebrows as I wrapped my right arm around Nate's shoulders, "Let's celebrate, guys."

I knew Matt could tell what I was doing because he smirked before he, Chris and Nate walked towards the locker rooms. I spun on my heels and started making my way to the exit of the building with Allie, Mia and Nick trailing behind me.

The cold air nipped at my face and I slid my hood back on my head as I leaned against the brick wall beside the entrance. Allie, Mia and Nick engaged themselves in conversation as I just listened. I looked over to my left to see a familiar face, cigarette smoke emitting from his mouth. I furrowed my eyebrows before I turned to Nick.

"I'll be right back," I told him before I pushed away from the wall, walking over to him before I called out, "Hey stranger."

"Holy shit, kid. What happened to you?" he asked as I stepped closer and I smirked, looking back at my friends who were looking at me curiously.

"Some guys my dad asked me to deliver to fucked me up, Wes. They said it was the third time he didn't give them enough coke," I spoke quietly, making sure no one else could hear before I looked up at him, "But what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I work here," he shrugged and I raised my eyebrows, not realising he had a job, "Only started like three days ago. Just helps with the rent."

"Who would've thought?" I asked rhetorically and he chuckled, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, "You have a spare? I left mine at Dad's."

"Of course," he nodded, pulling the packet out of the pocket of his old jeans before handing one to me. I placed it between my lips before he sparked his lighter, lighting the end of it for me before I gave him a thankful nod, "Why are you here?"

"My boyfriend's the captain of one of the teams that played," I shrugged and I didn't miss the way his eyebrows shot up.

"Boyfriend? That I would never have guessed," he chuckled and I smiled, pursing my lips with a nod.

"Makes two of us," I chuckled, the smoke of the cigarette falling out of my mouth. I noticed the way Wes's eyes darted behind me before his eyebrows furrowed.

"They your friends?" he asked and I turned around to see Allie and Nick looking curious as Mia just looked disgusted.

"The one in the white puffer is t-"

"The bitch? I know who she is," he raised his eyebrows and I pursed my lips, holding in a laugh before I took another drag of the cigarette, "They're walking over."

I quickly blew the smoke out of my mouth before I turned around to see all three of them walking towards us. I gave them a gentle smile, ignoring Mia as per usual before I said, "Guys this is Wes. Wes, this is Nick and Allie."

"Nice to meet you!" Allie smiled cheerfully and Wes gave her a nod before giving her a once-over and then looked at Nick. Allie pointed to Mia before she said, "This is Mia."

"I know," Wes answered shortly and you could tell Mia did not want to be there, "The game go well?"

"We won," Allie said cheerfully as I took another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke away from them. I saw the team begin to walk out of the building, looking around for us.

"They're done," I nodded towards the door they were exiting causing all three of them to turn around.

"Guys!" Nick called out, waving them over before they all filed towards us.

"I should get back to it," Wes mumbled to me and I caught Matt's eyes who was looking between Wes and I with confusion covering his expression.

"Hang on. I want you to meet my boyfriend," I told him as I waved Matt over as Nick, Allie and Mia started talking to the rest of the team. Matt rounded the group before he stood next to me, "Matt, this is Wes. Wes, this is Matt."

"Nice to put a face to the name," Wes nodded and Matt just glanced at him, giving him a nod before looking at me.

"Where did you get that?" Matt questioned, looking at the cigarette in my hand before I took another drag of it.

"He had a spare," I nodded towards Wes and Matt hummed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder possesively. I looked at Wes who was holding in a chuckle by pursing his lips.

"You work here?" Matt asked Wes as I dropped the now burnt-down cigarette on the ground before crushing it with my boot.

"Yeah," Wes nodded, quickly checking his phone before he looked at me, "Speaking of which, I gotta get back. Good to see you, kid."

"I'll let you know what happens," I tilted my head as I looked up at him and he held his fist up for a fist bump. I connected my fist with his before he began walking backwards.

"Good to meet you, man. Take care of her," Wes called to Matt before he rounded the corner. I looked up at Matt who was looking down at me with raised eyebrows.

"Oh chill out. He's just friends with me for drugs," I teased and his face didn't waver. I sighed, moving to stand in front of him, "I saw him and I wanted to say hi. The last time I saw him was when you picked me up."

"Matt!" I heard Dan's voice call loudly causing both of us to look at him, "We're going to downs. Meet you there?"

"Sure," Matt nodded before some of the team walked towards the parking lot, "You wanna stay behind?"

"You should go celebrate," I shrugged and he smirked at me.

"I wanna celebrate with you first," he wrapped his arms around my waist, digging his thumbs into the waistband of my pants before he looked over at Nate, "You good to take them in the van? We'll meet you guys at Downs in a bit."

"Alright," Nate shrugged and Matt pulled his keys off of where they were clipped to his jeans, throwing them at Nate. Nate then threw his keys to Matt before he said, "Don't fuck up my car."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Matt smiled and Nate rolled his eyes. They all made their way to the van, bidding their goodbyes as Matt turned to look at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, wrapped my arms around his neck before I pecked his lips gently.

"I'm deciding whether I'm mad or not," he mumbled and I smiled at him, tilting my head as I gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Don't be mad at me, baby. You just won the finals. We have some celebrating to do!" I said happily and he pursed his lips, attempting to hide the smile threatening to take over his face. I unravelled my arms from around him and I grabbed his hand in mine instead before I giggled, "Let's go."

I led him towards Nate's car and he quickly rounded the car to the passenger side, unlocking the car and swinging the door open before he gestured to the open door and said, "Ladies first."

"Such a gentleman," I kissed his cheek before I slid into the car. He closed the door for me before he walked to the back of the car, throwing his bag in the trunk before he jumped in the driver's seat. As he started the car I mumbled, "Fuck it's cold."

"Good thing Nate has a fancy ass car," he responded before he clicked some buttons in the console and I felt the seat under me start to get warm.

"He has seat heaters?" I gasped in awe as I clicked my seatbelt in, adjusting his letterman jacket to cover my cold hands and he chuckled with a nod. He clicked his seatbelt in before we began making our way out of the parking lot.

"What food do you want?" he asked and I shrugged as he pulled his phone out of his hoodie, passing it to me, "McDonalds?"

"Sure," I shrugged, holding his phone in my hands unsure of what to do with it.

"You can plug my phone into the aux. My password is your name in numbers," he said casually and I let a smile creep onto my face, typing the password in. It unlocked the phone making my smile widen before I found the Spotify app, looking through the playlists he had made.

"How long has your password been my name?" I asked and he hummed, thinking to himself as I put on the playlist he had made for when he was driving.

"Like three days," he shrugged and I pursed my lips, leaning over the console to place a kiss on his cheek. He smirked as I rested my head on his shoulder and he placed his right hand on my thigh, running his thumb in circles.

The feeling of having his hand on my thigh sparked the memory of my promise before the game began and I smirked to myself as I let my left hand fall onto his knee. I slowly dragged my hand from his knee up to his thigh and I felt his thumb stop its movement against my thigh. I trailed my hand even further, my palm brushing against his dick and his breath halted for a moment.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly, focusing on nothing but the road and I smirked, lifting my head off of his shoulder to kiss his shoulder.

"Returning the favour," I mumbled, placing my hand on his half-hard dick as moved up to kiss his neck. He let out a shaky breath as he moved his hand from my thigh, gripping the steering wheel to keep himself focused on the road.

"I'm driving, Layls," he muttered and I smirked against his neck, still palming his dick from his pants as he let out a heavy breath.

"Then focus on the road, pretty boy," I whispered lowly and I removed my hand from his dick. Instead, I used my hand to unbutton his jeans and I pulled down the zipper. I slid my hand under his jeans, keeping my hand out of his boxers as I palmed his dick and he let out a groan, the extra barrier of his jeans gone creating more friction.

Suddenly, the car swerved to the left and it came to a halt. I looked around to see Matt had pulled into a random empty parking lot and I looked up at him to see him giving me a deadpan expression.

"Get in the back," he told me and I pursed my lips as he swung open the door to get out. I climbed through the centre console as Matt jumped in the back and I sat up on the right side of the car.

Within a second, he grabbed my face and smashed his lips against mine. I moved to swing my right leg over him, straddling his waist as he gripped my hips harshly. I hissed when his fingertips pressed into my lower back where the bruise had started on either side.

"Sorry," he mumbled against my lips, sliding his hands down to my ass instead of my back to avoid the bruise. I hummed against his lips before I pulled away, sliding my hands down his torso before I shuffled to kneel on the floor between his parted thighs.

My back was pressed against the back of the driver's seat and I smirked up at him as I snuck my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and jeans at the same time. He lifted his hips slightly and I shuffled them down his thighs, his now hard dick springing free.

"Thank god these windows are tinted," he mumbled to himself making me giggle as I let go of the material, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick as I smiled up at him sweetly. He groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest of the seat as I began moving my hand along him at a teasingly slow pace.

I shuffled forward between his thighs, opening my mouth as I let the spit fall from my mouth to his tip. I used my thumb to spread it around slowly earning a low moan vibrating through his body as he tilted his head back down to look at me. I ignored the ache in my back as I leaned forward, licking a stripe from the base to the tip causing him to twitch in my hand.

I let a sadistic smile take over my face as I looked up at him before I completely took him in my mouth, pressing my head down so my nose met his stomach. He let out a whine at the sudden movement and his hands flew to my hair, threading his fingers through the blonde strands. I moved my head at a slow pace still, teasing him dangerously slow as his grip on my hair tightened every so slightly.

"Stop teasing me," he whined, his hips lifting in slight desperation and if my lips weren't restricted by the shape of his dick, I would've broken out in a grin.

Instead, I decided to tease him a little bit more to see how far I could push it. He continued to whimper and whine at my slow pace, pausing at the tip to swirl my tongue around the sensitive slit. I started moving my head slightly faster as his breathing picked up, the fingers tangled in my hair became twice as harsh as he tugged on the strands. I moaned around him earning a low moan to fall from his open mouth.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, the only light provided by the moon hidden behind the clouds through the tinted windows. My eyes watered as I moved quicker, the repeated motion of his dick hitting the back of my throat eliciting tumbles of moans and whines from him. I pulled back briefly, catching my breath as I pumped him in my right hand. I flattened my left palm against his bare thigh as I adjusted to sit with my ass on my heels before I wrapped my lips around the now-reddened tip. He mumbled profanities as he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look down at me as I intentionally gave him the bigger doe eyes I could muster.

"Fuck, I'm close," he breathed out, the grip on my hair tightening. He trusted up into my mouth and I let him guide himself to his high, his hand threaded in my head directing my head at the right pace. He sucked a breath in sharply before he whined, "Baby."

I hummed around him and his hips twitched upward one last time before the white liquid coated my mouth and throat. He panted as the grip on my hair fell away and the muscles on his stomach twitched from the comedown. I swirled my tongue around him one last time before I pulled back, looking up at him with watery eyes and a flushed face as I swallowed.

"Feel better?" I asked, a cheeky smile on my lips as he just stared down at me. I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my cheeks and he reached forward, delicately tucking the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my face behind my ear. It was a stark contrast from the grip he had in my hair moments ago and I could tell he was trying to make up for the fact he was rough with me.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice a whisper and I nodded as I moved to push myself up. I planted myself on the seat next to him as he slid his boxers and jeans back on properly before he mumbled, "Did I hurt you?"

"Yeah," I shrugged and his head moved so quickly I was convinced he would get whiplash as he looked at me with concern. I smiled as I leaned forward, cupping his stubble-covered jaw and I kissed his lips gently before I pulled back with a smile, "Stop stressing, I liked it."

"I didn't mean to do that," he spoke carefully, looking directly at me with eyes that felt like always saw right through me.

"You're too sweet to me, pretty boy," I smiled gently as I placed my lips on his again and he gently placed his hands around my waist.

The kiss was full of tenderness and care, not passion and desire like it usually was. It filled my chest with warmth and it terrified me but I decided not to push it away. Instead, I let it sit and linger as he delicately traced his hands along my skin and I sighed into the kiss, the moment of peace feeling like I was on an emotional high I hadn't experienced before.

It felt like in the moment of clarity with no exterior factors to disturb us and nothing else to think about, I had a realisation I knew would hit me any day now.

I had fallen unexplainably in love with the boy in front of me and there was no way of backing out now.

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[rockethorse]

Calcinidae Bay Lot Tour: Marine Discovery Centre

I finally got around to picking the terrains I wanted to use for Calcinidae Bay's subhoods, so the Bay now officially has a(n as-of-yet unnamed) Downtown! Yay! Let's take a look through the only currently-finished lot there, the Marine Discovery Centre and Aquarium.

First I wanna shout out @dirtfauna for suggesting I build an aquarium and getting me thinking about this in the first place! As I was putting on the finishing touches I was also inspired by seeing @lolabythebaysims's gorgeous lot influenced by the Belle Isle Aquarium.

Before I get into the lot, I need to show the original Sims 4 shell for reference. It's "what the.. shell?" uploaded to the Gallery by simbellaz, and as you'll see, it was both perfect for and wildly impractical as the basis for an aquarium.

I don't normally go for shell challenges that have so many internal walls, but all those little 1-tile-wide hallways were practically SCREAMING to be made into fish tanks! The external "walls" you see added to my TS2 shell are all either actually half-walls, fences, or just windows placed with moveobjects, all of which are allowed within a standard shell challenge. It may seem like a cop-out, but it's more limiting/challenging than you'd think.

But enough preamble. Let's take a look inside!

The entrance is also a small gift shop. It seems like every aquarium I've ever been to has also sold jewellery. Don't ask me about my tiny penguin earrings.

I really wanted a "fish tank tunnel" vibe, and the effect was... almost perfect, lol. Close enough for a shell challenge IMO. I so so badly wanted to break my CC-free rule to place some fish shaders, but I'm glad I stuck to my guns because I think the solution I came up with looks goofy but effective. (Plus you wouldn't see them in build/buy anyway.)

Ooohhhh jellyfish tank ooohhhhhh they're so lifelike and graceful

I have my fun.

That little "airlock" room is a fun pirate-y undersea exhibit that connects to the outside and is probably where school field trips would loop around rather than heading upstairs.

Through the pirate's cabin is a touch pool and tactile play room where kids can inspect rubber anatomical fish models. I like to imagine the TV plays a short looping movie featuring a B-grade celebrity talking to a cartoon bass about the water cycle, fish spawn, and pollution.

The outdoor area is where the field trip groups would probably eat their packed lunches, fill out activity sheets, and take a commemorative photo with the world's worst greenscreen that's supposed to make it look like you're underwater but just ends up eating half your hair and shirt.

If you're not a student and you're just here for the love of fish, you'd probably head upstairs to get a closer look at the fish tunnel, smaller specialty tanks, and the squid/octopus models. (This room is technically considered outdoors thanks to the shell so tbh I'm not sure how lighting/temperature would behave during gameplay.)

The third floor has more tanks, some hands-on displays about aquatic plants and marine ecology, and finally a room with the actual floor-to-ceiling aquarium objects.

I thought this would be an interesting lot to run as an owned business, so I included a small employee area tucked behind the guest toilet block on the ground floor. It also helped to naturalistically answer "how would Sims feed themselves if their outing wouldn't stop complaining they were hungry," a concern I keep in mind whenever I make a lot I think would be a nice place to take a date.

And here's the floorplan! This lot had a pretty severe ugly stage but I'm really really happy with what we ended up with and the vibe I achieved without any CC. Hope you enjoyed reading this far and that it could give you some decorating inspiration!

[lemonyko0]

Rum Raisin - jjk

» genre: fluff, a bit of angst, and smut :)

» wc: 3.6k

» description: established relationship! sickeningly sweet, mentions of cheating (dw it's not real </3), good ol' praise kink :P

Rum Raisin

you were sleeping soundly on a saturday afternoon, basking in your day off when jungkook came into the room, jumped onto the bed beside you and proceeded to pull you into him, purposefully stirring you from sleep and sprinkling you with kisses and squeezes in an effort to curb your impending whining.

you let out a sound of discontent as he pulls you out of the warmth of your side of the bed. it barely lasts a second though, until you're begging him to stop kissing you for just a moment, “you're gonna leave marks, koo.” you warn him.

you can feel him shake his head, “i won't. but i don't really care, either.” he laughs mischievously and kisses you harder just to get a rise from you and it works, causing you to giggle and squirm in his embrace in an attempt to doge him but you know you hold no chance of getting away from him unless he wants you to (and he obviously does not).

“you're in a good mood. missed me that much?” you tease, trying to get him to move on from the campaign against work-(in)appropriate hickeys.

he hums affirmatively, finally resting his face against your head as he pulls your back tight against his chest. “mom was upset i couldn't bring you. she talked my ear off about how great you are and how i need to work hard for a girl like you.”

you nod, “good good, smart woman.”

he chuckled and squeezed your sides as a tease, “i skipped out on dinner because i wanted to eat with you.”

you grinned and turned in his arms to face him. just as you'd predicted, he has that glint in his eyes. you always notice it when he’s in a particularly good mood, and especially when he’s alone with you. you think he’s just special to have it written in his face like that, he is totally in love with you. and you wonder if other people can see it too.

you take his face and press your nose against his as he anticipates and a kiss, “do you wanna make something together or eat out?”

his eyes flicker open and he takes one of your hands from your face and holds it instead, “i was thinking of grabbing takeout from that chinese place since it's beside the store and we’re chronically out of milk and eggs.” you groaned, you hated that store. “it's okay whiney, i'll just run in and get it.”

“no you've driven all day, let me drive.” you pout.

he shakes his head insistently, “my tank is full and you're barely awake, i'll drive.”

you let the pout sit and argue no further. he grins and kisses you until you don't even remember you were pouting in the first place and can't think of anything besides him.

you let your hand tug gently at his curls. he's letting his hair grow long nowadays, feeling comfortable and bold enough to try something new with your constant encouragement. you can't deny it may be for selfish reasons. he looks disgustingly attractive with short hair and an undercut, but there's just something about running your hand through his wavy locks and being able to gently pull at his hair that works a certain magic on you. that, and you found (much to your annoyance) that he simply looks good with any hairstyle. you suppose some people are just that lucky and god must've treated him like a treasured sculpture.

eventually his sweet lips pull away from yours and he’s patting your butt with a grin, “get dressed, baby.”

you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and to your dresser, finding the nearest pair of jeans and replacing only your pj bottoms before grabbing a pair of socks. jungkook watches you inquisitively from the door, “no top?”

you laugh, you certainly had a top on but you didn't feel like putting in the effort of not only changing that but also finding a bra, especially when you weren't leaving the car. so you shook your head, “no need.”

he stares at you dangerously, leaning against the doorframe as he pulls the lip ring in the corner of his mouth with his teeth. he shrugs, still staring profanely at your chest and the way your low-cut long sleeve shapes it.

you walk to him and place a hand underneath his chin and lift his head, “i do have eyes you know, and they're not down there.”

he follows you out and towards the door before cutting in front of you and backing you against the nearest wall, “oh i know, it's just a girl like you deserves to have every part of her admired,” he leans against the wall with one arm pressed against it and the other running from your jaw to your hip, “and not just her pretty eyes.”

you have a fleeting moment of sanity when your stomach rumbles and you think had it not been for your own survival instincts, a different set of instincts would've taken over entirely and dinner would have been long forgotten.

you press onto your toes to kiss his cheek, knowing full well where kissing him anywhere else would lead to, and tell him despite how hot that show was, that you both needed to eat.

he laughed and pulled out his phone, taking your order and calling it in as you grab your things and put your shoes on.

jungkook made quick work of running in to grab your food, tucking it securely in the backseat before driving to the store.

he squeezed your thigh from the drivers seat, and you refrained from telling him to stay focused on driving because the way his fingers grip your leg with just the right amount of pressure has your face flushing. you blame it on missing him, or maybe the little show he put on before you left, but the smirk on his face tells you he’s doing everything purposefully.

“i'll be quick.” he tells you after parking the car, leaning over for a quick peck before running into the store.

as the sun sets, the car visor becomes increasingly ineffective and leaves you reaching into the glovebox for the pair of sunglasses you put in there last summer.

you find the case perfectly intact, but you also find something else.

you're not terrifically well-versed in the world of makeup but you've been trying to learn. one thing you've avidly avoided was lipstick. it never seemed to suit you and you didn't enjoy the way it dried your lips or the way past boyfriends used it as an excuse not to kiss you goodnight. you warmed at the thought that jungkook would never be that guy, and in fact kissed you so much the day you bought your first gloss that you'd think he was trying to make you use it all.

but that warm feeling fades at the realization that your boyfriend, who had just spent two days at his ‘parents house’ (which he's never done before in all three years, save for holidays, and certainly never without you) had someone else's lipstick in his car.

you knew of the rule, or at least, saw it on social media. a tale as old as time and a sure-fire way to let the poor ‘other woman’ know that someone else had been there, with their man: leave something in the car. hair ties, nails, jewelry, and even, makeup.

you sincerely don't think jungkook’s that guy. he's not once expressed discontent within your relationship. you've spent the last three years within that honeymoon phase and even your friends joke you couldn't possibly be more up each other's butts than you already are.

but you're rational. achingly so. of course you're not going to sit here and think he would do something like that, why would you? you know if you were anyone else you'd tell them to face the music, the obvious was right in front of them. you ran through every scenario, maybe it was a gift? but the packaging was gone, it'd been opened. jungkook has never bought you makeup before either, you figure he'd be all but terrified of the implications of doing so.

you try your best to run through every possibility of how this would have gotten in here, maybe he found it on the ground? picked it up to throw it away? some random girl just handed it to him! but why take it? nothing made rational sense and you were growing increasingly upset with your lack of excuse.

you hear the backseat door swing open as he places the groceries securely on the floor before getting into the drivers seat. he secures his seatbelt before looking over at you, and his face drops immediately. “are you alright?”

your brows are furrowed and you're struck silent. you can do nothing but hand it to him. you hold the lipstick up to him and can't look him in the eyes, entirely horrified by what you might read on his face.

he takes the small tube from your hands and pauses, “what is it, lipstick?”

“i don't know, you tell me.” the car goes silent and you bid yourself to look over at him and immensely regret it.

at first he was confused, but once he saw the way you looked at him, he was gutted. “oh, no, no, y/n, it's okay! it's okay! look!” he showed me the bottom of the tube, “it's rum raisin! it's my mom favorite, she gave it to me because she bought one for you. she wanted you to match and she thought it'd look good on you.”

you debated the plausibility of his story, he sounded confident. that would be a difficult thing to make up on the fly in the detail he described it, and that is 100% something his mother would do. she is infatuated with you, and treats you like her own daughter. she's bought you clothes before, and matching colors at that. and she did always wear a brown lipstick.

you took the tube from his hands an opened it, sure enough it was the same shade and unused, it'd just lost its sticker.

you stared at him hard, “and you swear on your life that that's the truth?”

he nodded so aggressively he could've given himself whiplash, “absolutely, i'll call her right now.” you shook your head and stared down at your hands, letting it roll around in your palm. a wave of ease rushed over you.

he pulls his phone out anyway and sends a quick text before setting it back down and reaching across the car to grab your hands, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and making you look at him, “i would never do that to you, y/n.” you'd never seen him so serious in his entire life. you've only seen this level of determination and conviction one other time, which was when he asked you out. he wasn't lying then, and you can read him like a book, he wasn't lying now.

“i know.” you grin. “it just scared the piss out of me. why'd you put it in the glovebox?”

he grins, “i didn't know if they could like, melt in your pocket, and it bothered me rolling around in the seat. i forgot i put it in there.”

you nodded, very familiar with his weird tendencies. “i believe you.”

he gave you the same, earnest look, “are we good?”

you gave him a quick nod before kissing him several times over, this was the man you've loved for three years, no doubt about it.

you finally pulled away once it dawned on you where you were, “sorry, we’re still in public.”

“i don't care.” he pulled you back in by the back of your neck and kissed you harder. the warmth of his kiss was intensified by the coolness of that damn lip ring. you sincerely think this new hobby of his will be the death of you.

despite everything being all too wrong for you to keep going, neither one of you have the willpower to pull away. he grips you so tight you’re surprised you're not already in his lap and you lick at his lips like you couldn't get enough of him. he always give you more, though. he never denies you.

the only thing strong enough to pull you away was the ringing of his phone, and you both knew who was calling.

he reluctantly pulls away after fighting you over just ignoring her call. he answers it with a sigh, “hi mom.”

you can barely hear her over the phone until he puts it on speaker, “hi y/n! i got you that lipstick, it's the same color i used and you told me it looked good on me so it must look good on you too!”

you chuckled at her logic, “thank you mrs. jeon.”

jungkook made quick work of wrapping it up and saying goodbye to her, setting his phone down again and looking towards you with a grin, “just so you have no doubts, ever.”

you nod and smile sweetly to him, “thank you.”

you watch a smile form and he leans back in to kiss you and you put your hand against his chest to stop him, “uh uh.” you tsk.

he looks at you through hooded eyes, “what?”

“let's get us home first, then you can kiss me all you want.”

he smirks, “you shouldn't tell me that.”

the moment the grocery and takeout bags leave your hands he’s pressing you against the counter, effectively trapped between his arms as the other pulls you in by your waist. his kiss is intoxicating and you feel your rationality slipping the longer he acts like this. “we have food, koo.”

he chuckles, “i don't care.”

he reunites your lips and moves his hand down towards your ass, grabbing it hard and biting your lip gently. you begin to plead with him, “it'll be cold koo, you said you were starving.”

he shakes his head, “i wasn't talking about food.” oh.

he dips suddenly and you feel your feet lift off the ground as he sits you on the counter with a smirk, parting your legs and fitting so snugly between them like it was a second home. “normally i'd indulge you,” he speaks right below your ear, placing a kiss there, “be a real gentleman, stop myself.” he places another kiss along your throat, letting his large hand hold it taught as the other runs up your thigh, “but you don't really want me to stop, do you?”

you shook your head breathlessly, “no.”

you feel him grin, “do you mean it?”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, koo.” placing your hand above his that rests atop your thigh, and moving it towards your center.

you hear him chuckle and hum in your ear, “my good girl, showing me what she wants.” he unbuttons your jeans with ease and slides his hand into cup your heat, purposefully avoiding your lips so he can listen to your sweet noises as he circles your clit.

you don't hold back, because he deserves it. you let every hum and whine slip past your mouth until he can't stand to be apart from them, easily slipping his tongue in to drown out your voice. you kiss him back with vigor, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer and you feel him grin at your eagerness. you tug on the bottom of his shirt and he pulls back, “what do you want?”

“take your shirt off, please.”

he laughs as he grabs it from the bottom and pulls it over his head with ease. you easily gawk at him and his figure, a sight you'll never be tired of. “lean back.” he tells you, digging his thumbs in the waistband of your jeans, “lift your hips.” he instructs until your jeans join the growing pile on the floor. “so pretty.” he coos, tracing his lips in bruising kisses along your neck as his hand slips beneath your underwear, groaning in pride at the wetness between your legs. easily lending a finger inside your hole, gently curling it at its deepest points. jungkook was a fast learner in most subjects, but the quickest of them all was your body. "tell me what you want baby."

your grip on his shoulders was tight, like you'd fall from grace any second.

"more, please."

he hums and gently bites your neck, "you're so pretty." he pushes two fingers past and you instinctively widen your legs to accommodate, feeling the familiar aching of an approaching orgasm. he's generous with his pace, accelerating until you're moaning in his ear and he knows he's where he needs to be. "so wet, bet you're close huh?" you nodded as best you could, "you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock baby?"

you knew what you wanted without question, but you decide to tease him, "both."

"both?" this seemed to have excited him, mindlessly going deeper and making your toes curl at the feeling. "so greedy baby." your body starts to tighten and your eyes screw shut, whimpers fall from your mouth as you feel it crash into you, holding onto him like a vice as he helps you through it.

once you've calmed down he removes his hand and looks at you cockily, “i will never get tired of watching that.” he kisses you numb, “wanna have that image tattooed on my eyelids.”

you chuckle at him and begin to undo his belt and he watches you intently, “no breather?”

you shake your head, “need you now, please.”

he tsks, “i don't think you want it enough.”

you pout and kiss his lips, “please koo.”

“almost there.”

“jungkook please,” you whined, having gotten his pants completely undone.

“what?”

you blink up at him as he towers over you on the counter. you let your hand slide into his pants just as he did yours, finally feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans. you moaned at the feeling and the eagerness of having him inside of you again, “please jungkook, i need you.”

he seems to have momentarily lost his composure as he lets you feel him up, “fuck, you're such a good girl.” he picks his head up and looks down at you, still with your hand in his pants sheepishly, “you deserve to be rewarded for that.”

you pulled him back down to you and ran your tongue against his lips and he met you with a unmatched desire and stripping you both of whatever clothes you had left. you felt his hard cock against your folds and writhed with excitement. he ran it through your wetness, teasing your entrance until you begged him yet again, "jungkook please, fuck me."

he groaned with excitement and wasted no time, letting his dick slide past your warm folds as slowly as he could bring himself to do it, which must've taken the strength of a saint by the way he was straining himself.

"fuck, i always forget how fucking good you feel."

"don't hold back, please, need to feel you."

he sucked in his breath and ticked his head, "if i didn't id finish in seconds, baby. that's how good you feel." he pulled his cock out slowly, leaving the head in before snapping his hips back up, the angle the countertop gave him wasn't making your case any better, either. feeling him dragging against your walls and hitting that perfect spot.

you were sure he knew immediately by the way you tightened around him, only making it easier for him to gain momentum and he began fucking up into you so hard you were sure you were leaving marks against his back. he didn't seem to mind or notice at all, focusing on your pleasure instead as he always does. he instructed you to lay against the table so he could use one hand to keep you where he needed you, and used the other to rub your clit without warning.

you shook your head and reached for his wrist, “fuck, please, too much.”

he didn't relent, “you've got it baby, you can take it.”

you couldn't keep your eyes open or your mouth from spilling lewd noises as he touched you, feeling your legs widen and your core grow tighter as a second orgasm comes ripping through, “i'm gonna cum jungkook.”

he could only groan in response, pushing down on the bottom of your stomach with his thumb that was holding you in place. you came with a resounding moan of his name, the only comprehensible thought you had.

your core tightened around him and he warned you in seconds before finishing inside of you.

he let his head rest against yours as you both regained your composure. he let out a deep breath before pulling out and you whined, immediately covering your area, “you're gonna make a mess of my kitchen.”

he reached for the nearby paper towels, gently wetting one before handing it to you and grabbing another for himself.

“we can team clean tomorrow.” he beamed.

you rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, it was contagious. he helped you off the counter and back into your comfy sweater, “so, eat or shower first.”

you held him close to you, “eat. definitely eat.”

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[famesau]

Saddling Up

Kieran Duffy x gn!reader

Summary: He lends a helping hand to get you over your fear of horses

Warnings: none

A/n: I actually don't like horses, they kinda freak me out but being a Kieran fan has made me start to like them a little. So here's a fic about that!

Becoming an outlaw came with many new struggles you had to overcome but one you couldn’t seem to shake was your fear of horses. You weren’t terrified of them but you sure as hell didn’t like them. Something about them made you uneasy, their big beady eyes and how unpredictable they could be only further made you dislike them. Over time this became more and more inconvenient. At first, this wouldn’t be a problem, you’d either catch a ride in the wagon or by a carriage if you really had to go out. Hell, you’d walk over taking a horse. But with the gang always on the run, you found yourself wanting to be more adventurous and included in gang activities. The others knew of your fear and most don’t judge you for it, others would tease and try to “help” you get over your fear by pushing you towards the horse forcefully. It never worked obviously. For a while you gave up on trying but that urge to get over your fear came back once Kieran became a member of the gang.

As much as you didn’t like horses you couldn’t deny how peaceful they all looked when Kieran was by them or pampering them. Everyone disliked him, some taking it to an extreme on more than one occasion. But you never had a problem with him. Sure he was an O’driscoll but everyone in the gang came from bad places before joining the group so you didn't hold that against him. Plus he seemed to be really sweet from what you’ve seen. Some days you’d find yourself sitting against a tree just watching him, admiring the way he handled the horses. You could tell from the way he brushed their coats and the sweet praises he’d whisper to them just how much he liked horses. On this particular day, the heat was intense. Everyone was either chilling in the shade or in their tents to hide from the overbearing heat. All except Kieran. 

He was once again pampering the horses, not only that but he refilled their water tanks. From where you sat you noticed how tired he looked, sweat trickled down his forehead and he often stopped to catch a breather. Yet he was still tending to the horses. Anyone with common sense wouldn’t be doing chores in this weather so he must’ve been lacking that. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, which was a dumb idea but you weren't going to try to pull him away from his horse. So instead you decided to bring him something that would make his job a little easier. 

Kieran continuously worked on the horses, trying his best to make sure they too felt comfortable in these unfortunately torrid circumstances. But he would soon come to a stop when you reached something towards him. A cup of water. You stood about a foot away from him since the horse is directly behind him. He looked at you slightly surprised at first but he soon gave you a small yet warm smile and took the cup from you. 

“ I uh, thank you kindly..”

He said sheepishly, giving you a small nod in appreciation before taking a sip of the water. A pleasant sigh came from him as his parched mouth was now having a well-needed drink. He tilted his head back as what was a sip now turned to chugging, previously oblivious to how dehydrated he was. Once he finished a few droplets trickled down his chin, he went to wipe it away but stopped mid-way because of you. He stared blankly at you and you did the same. He stopped because you were still there, just slightly farther. At first, he thought he was making you uncomfortable but as he followed your gaze he noticed that you were staring at Branwen. He was the only gang member kept in the dark about your fear of horses. He relaxed seeing that you were bothered by him

“You wanna pet him?”

He asked curiously, placing the cup down on a haybale and resting his hand against his coat Gently stroking it before looking at you.

“No!”

You spat out.

“No, I'm good.”

You said again, your voice a little shaky but calmer than before. Your first shout made him jolt. He was about to apologize for asking but you spoke once more

“Never really like em..horses I mean.”

You mumbled, looking back at Branwen with a slightly weary expression. But even you could agree that he was a beauty. His uniquely colored coat and long white mane. You’ve never seen quite a horse with such a pretty pattern. Your eyes lingered on him, your gaze growing a tad bit softer. Kieran on the other hand looked confused and surprised. He’s never meant anyone, any outlaw, have a fear of horses. It was very odd to him.

“I uh..I ain’t ever heard of an outlaw being scared of horses.. that's new..”

He admitted. You knew he loved horses, everyone knew he did. If you can’t find him in camp just look for the horses and he’ll be there. Which is why your not liking them surprised him. He didn’t understand why someone could dislike such a creature. A puzzled look was on his face as he thought to himself. Debating on whether he should ask you why or not, eventually, he decides to.

“Is there a reason why yur scared of ‘em?”

“eh..I dunno..I’ve wanted to pet them but I always chicken out. Sometimes they’re too big or hostile looking...”

You explained, crossing your arms over your chest and rubbing your forearms. He listened intently to you, understanding where your fear came from. Some horses, if not properly taken care of or trained, could be a problem. But hearing you wanted to pet them made the idea bubble up in his mind. He’s been taking care of Branwen for years and his mammy and pappy worked with horses so he knew how to handle them well. Branwen was well trained and overall a passive horse. So if you wanted to slowly get over your fear of them, Brawen was a great starting point. Though you and Kieran weren’t well acquainted you both had a mutual level of respect with one another. So he knew if you didn’t want to try and get over your fear you wouldn’t be so harsh about it. So he took a short deep breath and spoke.

“D..Do you want to try andpet him? If ya don’t want ta I understand..but if you do I’ll stay by your side the entire time.”

He suggested, extending his hand towards you. Giving you a small nervous smile, more sweat accumulating on his forehead but he blames it on the heat. Stunned you just stood there, staring at him with widened eyes. He was the first person who seemed willing to help you over your fear. Sure he agreed that your fear was odd but he didn’t tease. The fact that he was willing to help touched your heart. You took a few more seconds to contemplate your next course of action. He assumed that your stare was from how forward he was. He cleared his throat then slowly started to retract his hand, feeling an enormous wave of embarrassment wash over him. But before he pulled his hand fully back you extended your hand and placed it in his, causing him to jump slightly from the sudden and unexpected contact. His palm was slightly damp from the continuous brushing mixed with the heat but that didn’t bother you. He didn’t speak, feeling like his voice was caught in his throat. It was nothing more than a simple hand hold yet the gesture made him freeze up.

“...I’ll pet him but that’s it..”

He went to speak but once again nothing came out. So he gave you an egear nod, glad you were willing to try to pet Branwen. Nervous excitement filled his being as he watched you take slow steps towards his mare. Your grip slightly tightened around his hand as you inched closer and closer, wanting to chicken out like every time before but unlike the other times you didn’t.  You had to get over this dumb fear. One day you could get in trouble and no one here would be there coming to save you. With all this running you were growing tired of being a burden, tired of feeling as though you weren't helping the gang to your full extent. You were now a few inches away from Branwen, close enough to touch him but far enough in case shit went south quickly. Kieran could feel your grip tightening around his hand, feeling the way your hand shook in his already shaky hand. He assumed you would’ve let go by now but little did he know his hand was the only thing grounding you, keeping you from leaving. You both stood there awkwardly, you both patiently waiting for your move. Hesitantly he began to brush his thumb gently against your hand. His skin was a little rough but his movements were gentle. He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, he immediately looked away, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Surprisingly, the sensation was what you needed to bring your mind to the present. You grew lost in your thoughts but the feeling of his hand around yours made you snap out of it. You blinked a few and let out a short but quick huff, shaking your free hand a little as you slowly began to raise it towards Branwen. Hearing your breath made his attention fall back on you, still subconsciously rubbing his thumb against your hand. Your shaky palm finally touched Branwens soft coat. It took a minute before you felt comfortable to move your hand back and forth against him. A smile brushed Kieran's lips as he happily watched you pet Brawnen. His mare softly exhaled, trotting in place a bit from the affection. It was clear he was enjoying it, knowing that made your once shaky hands relax and grow slightly more confident. You were still quite nervous but happy that you finally touched a horse. After a few more pets you pulled your hand back, letting go of Kieran’s hand, and brought both hands to your chest. Feeling your heart practically leap out of your chest. 

“O-okay that's enough for me-”

You said with a nervous smile. Your voice is shaky with nervous excitement from what just happened. If only the others could see this big achievement of yours. 

‘You did good! See it ain't so bad once you do it, right?

“Heh...Yeah, I guess.

You replied, still clasping your hands closely to your chest, surprised and proud of yourself. Kieran took a step forward and started to pet Branwen, quietly praising him for being good for you. Like other times you watched the way he patted him with such tender loving care. 

“You really do love horses hm?”

“Mhm, always have…M-maybe if you’re up for it, I can help you with yur fear. Might like ‘em as much as I do.”

He said, turning back towards you with a small smile. Still brushing his hand against Branwen. After seeing how he helped you today he was pretty confident he could further help you. You appreciated how happy he seemed to help you. With that look on his face and the progress you made how could you say no? So with a smile you nodded, making his grin growing warmer.

“Yea sure…I’d like that.”

[tsandoll]

the sungho pics from their fansign are making my brain do somersaults, so here we go:

you're friends with sungho, but it's one of those super flirty/teasing friendships where all of your friends are absolutely convinced it's only a question of when you finally fuck because the tension is unbearable.

and that point, to you at least, comes when you see the recent pics and think that he just looks too delicious in this white tank top for you to wait any longer, so when you guys are meeting up afterwards you act way more flirty than usually, telling him that he looks hot and you could go down on your knees right then and there but mr park sungho over here is blissfully unaware of your intentions and thinks it's just your usual antics, so he laughs it off despite being turned on already.

but you don't give up that easily and when you both are watching tv, you want to grab the remote and while leaning over him to reach it you 'accidentally' place your hand on his upper thigh for 'stability'. but he still tries to not read too much into it because that was totally an accident, you're his friend and it is totally wrong to think about you in such a way just because of your flirty personality.

you try basically every trick in the book, dropping something and picking it up while wearing a short skirt to present your panties to him(he tries and fails to avert his gaze because even if it is so wrong to think such filthy thoughts about his friend you are still so hot and he is desperately trying to stop himself from bending you over), you literally get a popsicle from the fridge and suck on it but dude still doesn't get the memo.

your last resort is taking off your shirt to reveal a white tank top similarly to his underneath and sunghos eyes basically pop out because for a hot second he really thought you were gonna undress. but he still tries to reason that it must be because it's so warm in the room.

and that's when it's finally enough, you make eye contact and say: :park sungho, if you don't fuck me right now, i swear i'll have to do it myself."

sungho needs a sec to register what you've just said and then responds while looking straight intl your eyes:"do it then"

you're kinda confused because you've either expected him to get on top of you asap or to reject you if he really wasn't into you and can only stare at him, slightly tilting your head in confusion.

sungho chuckles, repeats "do it." and with you still not moving grabs your hand and puts it underneath your skirt right onto your clothed pussy, making you blush because well you certainly didn't expect this turn of events.

long story short: sungho makes you finger yourself while watching you, having you hold up your skirt with your other hand so he can have a better view and listening to your pretty whines and moans begging him to finally fuck you, getting more and more desperate. he tells you that you should have told him what you wanted from the beginning, that you've been acting like a dumb little slut to get his attention and that dumb little sluts have to earn getting fucked by him. he's so mean and you love it, desperate for his touch and whining at his words until you cum.

he hugs you while you try to regain your composure and when you finally return to planet earth he kisses you and asks what you want to start your reward with because you definitely earned it with the show you put on for him. and what's your answer to that? i kinda wanna lick your abs

as you can tell i want to lick sunghos abs and the urge is getting stronger the more pics i see of him from the goddamn fansign.

love 💙

oh and i kinda wanna add that after the licking his abs thing you totally get to suck him off and i feel like at first he's totally the type that keeps his hands at his sides and really doesn't want to touch or even tug your hair because yes sure he can be mean but sungho is also a gentleman at heart so he doesn't want to make you do anything you are uncomfortable with, so i totally see him just white-knuckling the sheets, gripping onto them for dear life while trying to stop himself from thrusting into your throat and when he does on accident he's whimpering 'sorry' a hundred times while you couldn't care less because your mind is too preoccupied with the fact you are sucking off the park sungho right now

this is the most insane USHDBJDJDJDKD your mind is so good it's crazy!!! park sungho always manages to be blissfully unaware!! he's such a himbo sometimes, always in his own little world <3 i always wanna gatekeep your asks but the people must see them,,, u must be seen 💙 anon 🙏🏾

[cranqerrie]

I emotionally overate again today 🤡🤡🤡 why can't I emotionally starve or sum shit bro

Random rant not ed related and kinda pathetic if u ask me

I got hit with the random realisation that I haven't been asked out ever in my 18 yrs of life and that I might end college without a fucking bf and I feel so depressed abt. Like why r girls calling me pretty and hot like daily, yall are either delusional OR BIG LIARS, because if I'm as pretty as you claim why don't I get asked out.

Worst part is I get stared at by guys ALL THE TIME, BUT IVE NEVER BEEN ASKED OUT. That just leads me to thinking I'm ugly as fuck and I need to keep my head down and know my place or sum shit ughhh. I fear that I do infact want some male validation and I hate myself for it which adds to the hate I already feel for myself.

LIKE guys don't even talk to me, if there was an oxygen shortage and I had an oxygen tanks and another girl has a co2 tank, HE'D STILL GO TO HER

Then I compare myself to every imaginable girl and try ro see what's wrong with me and why I'm not desirable and then I cry about it while sleeping. Two of my roommates have boyfriends and another one gets asked out all the time. What makes me so different from them that no one wants me??? Am I that unbearable to look at or what :(

And then I get the urge to sabotage myself and just make myself as sick as possible idek. and now i wasted like 400 calories on the grossest cold coffee ever that tasted like spoiled chocolate milk, and I ate chips and like a pack of oreos and I'm going to dinner now because fuck it and probably end off with 800-1200 cals (I don't even wanna count)

I hate myself, I just wanna be pretty and smart and skinny and loved.

[wexhappyxfew]

the waiting game

(a/n): HELLO FRIENDS!!!!! how is everyone?!?!?! it has been a minute since i've been able to put writing out but! i finished my summer internship and took a vacay too and i'm back to do some more writing! :) i have one more prompt to put out that is taking me some time to rewrite/edit, but i wanted to start with putting out a piece for annie x brady for AGES AGO!!!! i wrote it maybe back in march/april and it never got posted so, i cleaned it up and wanted to put it out!! PLUS it features annie x brady being adorable beans and some cameos from other Silver Bullets members just being their normal, chaotic selves haha. so please enjoy that!!!! :D

Algeria was hot as fuck.

The belly of Silver Bullets could only provide so much shade as they waited for the 12th to show up.

Too hot inside the fort, too hot outside the fort, the strip of shade providing what it could, especially with the sun moving from east to west and the atmosphere simply being one thing - hot.

Annie lounged beneath the shaded nose of the plane, leg bent up with her other leg crossed over top, aviators over her eyes as she stared at the smoke from her cigarette, curling upwards towards the bright blue sky, half covered by the nose of the B-17. Her shorts were filled with sand, her tank top a size too big and equally covered in sand and parts of her skin were either dried out or burnt and peeling. A lot of the others were in a much similar or slightly worse state - sun burnt, sweating and coarse sand all over; anywhere you could think and it was there. Something kicked at her foot.

"Hey, you alive?" Annie looked up and found Francis there, aviators and that stupid hat Major Egan was also walking around wearing on his head.

"I am in fact living and breathing," Annie said, and then placed the cigarette on her lip, "you look ridiculous." Francis smirked and then came and settled down on the ground beside Annie and sighed.

"This was all his idea, if I must say," Francis said as Annie passed her the cigarette and she took a puff, "you know as they say, if you wanna look stupid, look stupid together." Annie snorted and glanced over towards Francis.

"So, any update?"

"None. Absolutely nothing. Oh, someone from Brady's crew is trying to train a goat to stand on its hind-legs. Otherwise, no, no news."

"Great." Annie said and glanced back towards the nose of Silver Bullets, her mind drifting briefly to that glance her and Brady had shared a few nights ago after landing, his eyes soft, his face worn with exhaustion, the slight smile on the corners of his cheeks, "Who the hell is training the goat?" Francis let out a snort and sighed, picking up a handful of sand and dropping it to the ground again.

"I don't know, I think one of their waist gunners," Francis said nonchalantly, "Brady's encouraging him. Either way, it was funny as hell trying to see those two trying to tame a goat. It was a treat, that's all I gotta say." Annie chuckled and took back the cigarette and blew out a puff. Her mind wandered - everyone was hot, a little moody, waiting for some fresh water, or a meal that wasn't hot as anything. The waiting game was only fun so many times before you were waiting to lead a horse to water where it wouldn't drink.

"We get water?"

"Yeah, some," Francis said, "I think Mari and Judy are helping Benny to pass some out. Want me to grab you some?"

"Nah, I can get it." Annie said and then slowly sat up, her head swimming a bit from the mixture of sweat and equally, heat exhaustion.

"No you're not," Francis said, "honey, you're burnt up like a fried pepper. Stay here." Annie pulled a face.

"It's just a little bit of sun-burn, I've had worse." Annie said and Francis shot her a look, even from behind the aviators, that told her to stay still.

"Don't start moving around, alright, I'll be back." Annie watched Francis leave, before lying back down on her back and staring up again at the nose of good ole Silver Bullets, before shutting her eyes. A few minutes of shut-eye might be worthwhile.

"Annie." Her eyes shot open and she found Brady standing there above her. Eyes widening rather dramatically, she flushed a bit and shifted.

"John, hey." she said, suddenly realizing her fetal-position-like posture there on the ground and blinked a few times before, slowly sitting up, head swimming and then getting to her feet, to which Brady placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her, which made her hiss, the sun-burn burning a bit from his warm hand.

"Oh, shit," Brady said, immediately removing his hand, "I just wanted to steady you-"

"No, no, thank you, it's okay. You're okay, thank you." Annie said as she glanced towards her shoulder, at the skin beginning to peel up, grimacing a bit as she looked towards him, "Sunburn that's all." Brady looked at her through his own aviators and she suddenly took him in there in front of her - shirtless - not exactly something she was complaining about or should even be thinking too deeply into.

It was hot. The sun was brutal, you basically wanted as little layers on as possible, and they all smelled generally, not too great. But Brady being shirtless was yeah….definitely a sight worth glancing at considering the circumstances where everything was simply draining.

She flushed deeper, and hoped it would pass off as heat exhaustion if anything as she watched Brady cross his arms, the evidently toned muscles of his arms extending far greater into her line of sight than she would've thought.

"You need me to get a bandage for it or something?" Brady asked her, "Some water to pour on it?" Annie stared at him and then wised-up and shook her head.

"It's alright, really, no worries," she said, and then cleared her throat, "how's it going? What's up?" Brady smiled and then shook his head.

"That's what I came to ask you, but now you have me considering scrounging bandages." he said, placing his hands on his hips, "Don't mind stepping up to the plate."

"Don't be telling that to Kennedy, she'll start a ball game in this heat and next thing you know we'll all be burnt." Annie said with a smirk and Brady chuckled at her words. She tilted her head to the side and considered his help - he was already standing in her presence, he didn't need to do much else.

"I'm fine really though, save the bandages. For a serious issue." she told him with a small smile and he shook his head.

"It could get worse." he told her, face falling to a pinch of worry that you had to see if you squinted, crossing his arms again - really nice arms, "C'mon, let me find something. Hey…..Stagliano!"

Paulina Stagliano, ever-the-presently-always-pissed person she was, sat under one of the wings of Silver Bullets sat up and lifted her aviators, her curly hair that was out of its usual braids, looking like it'd been just dumped in a bucket of water, sticking to her cheeks, glanced at him.

"What the hell do you possibly want me from me, sir!" she hollered, voice bouncing off the nearby metal of the plane.

"Bandages!" Brady called back, "For your pilot!"

"That was a little unneeded, John," Annie said, giving his shoulder a shove and he turned to her with that wide grin and shook his head, "really, the girls know I'm fine, that's what matters."

"You're their pilot. And also one of the 100ths, I'll look out for ya, alright?" Well, there was no use arguing anymore at this point. Paulina came hauling over with a few packs of bandages she kept at the radio station in the fort and smacked it into Brady's hands with a grumble.

"Why you always gotta say it like that? Because you know I'll come running, sir?" Paulina murmured crossing her arms.

"Because I know you like to carry extra things with ya - bobby pins, bottle caps, postcards and figured you also had bandages."

"Right." Paulina said and then deadpanned, "Sir, why the hell you need bandages."

"Not me," Brady said, "Bradshaw." Paulina looked to Annie and then smirked.

"Right, Mr. Chivalrous." Paulina said, "Lieutenant Brady, when did you become such a softy-schmuck." Brady gave her a look.

"Ask me again during business hours."

"News-flash, Lieutenant, we are on business hours." Brady glanced her way and Paulina raised a brow, "Just make sure you wrap the bandages real nicely, okay? No need getting infections in this hell hole. This is my pilot we're talking about." Paulina sighed and shook her head, squinting into the sun, "For Christ-sake." And with that, Paulina was wading back over to her spot on the ground. Brady turned to look back at Annie and found her looking after Paulina.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Annie said quickly, "just….worried about some of the women. Like usual." Brady chuckled and then flicked through some of the bandages in his grasp.

"Well, you don't have to worry anymore at the minute. Let someone else worry about you for now." he said and she glanced at him, "You need help putting these on?" Annie stared, and then shook her head.

"Nah, I got it." she said and took the bandages, "Really, you didn't have to get these, I'll be fine-"

"Annie, if you say you'll be fine, one more damn time, I'm actually going to lose it." Francis said coming over with two canteens filled with water, "Lieutenant Brady, pleasure to see you here." Francis said glancing at him before looking back at Annie, "You gotta take care of yourself better. I can't be playing co-pilot and single-mother out here."

"I'm fine, Francis, really, I'll throw some bandages and water on to cool the burns down and we'll move on from this. It'll heal." Annie admonished and watched as Francis side-eyed, glancing at Brady before looking back at Annie.

"I will hand-apply those bandages on Annie I swear to-"

"I'll take care of it." Brady said calmly, cutting in and taking the bandages out of Annie's hands and one of the tins of water from Francis' grasp, "Go sit down for a bit, I'll help her out." Francis looked from Annie to Brady and then nodded.

"Alright, then." Francis said and then glanced at Brady and pointed a finger at him, "Wrap it tight, Brady, I don't wanna see exposed bits of sun-burn, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Brady said, snickering as Francis wandered away and lied down beside Bessie on the ground.

Brady turned to Annie and then poured water on his hands before opening up the bandages. Annie suddenly took in the fact it was the two of them; it always ended up being the two of them somehow - like back at base, when the night got long, and it was the last of the group at the bar; it was the two of them. The one night the group had gone out to look at the stars, sharing cigarettes, stories and drinks, the last of the group had simply been the two of them, a few glances that had Annie second-guessing a bit too much for her liking. It was always the two of them.

Annie caught a glance at his bare chest in the golden, honey sun again and looked away, her cheeks, if they weren't already burning from heat exhaustion or sunburn, flaming red.

"So, liking Algeria?" Annie asked him as he began to work. Brady chuckled and glanced up at her, overtop the Aviators and smirked.

"It's hot as anything, so….not my favorite, but…I'm not dying so, can't complain." Annie laughed.

"Got that right." Annie said quietly and she watched him smile as he gently placed the bandages on the sunburn and then continued to do the same until the majority of the sunburn was mostly covered, and then pressed down the edges before looking at her. He was standing so close to her, and she was sure she must've smelled like sweat, metal and blood and almost wished she was still lying on the ground, in fetal-position with Francis bugging her about the water.

"Handy-work, huh?" he said softly, "You need some water?"

"Thanks." she said as she took the canteen from him and took down some water, before pulling down the canteen and then looking at Brady, who was staring her down from her angle.

"I appreciate the concern over my sunburn," she said with a small smile as she screwed the canteen lid on, and Brady offered a quick smile, "but, your boys okay?"

"Yeah," Brady said, "Jacobs was trying to train a goat." Annie laughed.

"I heard."

"Francis?"

"Yeah." Annie said with a laugh, "So, how's that going?"

"Eh, could be going better," Brady said with a laugh, "funny though to watch a grown man chase around a goat with a piece of bread, trying to get the goat to stand on its hind legs." Annie laughed, before looking at him with a smile. That look, it made it her stomach twist.

"You managed to get any rest?" she asked him quietly; no one could really sleep it seemed just because of the circumstances, so when someone did, it was a small victory for the 100th it seemed altogether.

"A bit." Brady said, "Keep ending up with sand all up my nose when I get up though, you?"

"Here and there," Annie said, "it's why I was so surprised to see you, to be honest. I was half-asleep."

"Sorry 'bout that." Brady said quickly, with a grin and Annie laughed.

"It's fine, really, it's….it's nice to see you." she said and they fell quiet for a brief moment, Brady smiling at her with one of those closed-lipped grins he usually wore. Something seemed to shift between them. Brady took a small step closer and dropped his voice to the point only she could hear.

"Saw your plane take some hits flying out here….everyone okay?" Are you okay? His eyes begged the question.

"For the most part." Annie said managed quietly back, "I just think we're all glad to have made it. Thought at first we'd be going down somewhere over Italy - one of the engines….it's that stubborn third engine is always crapping out but…." Brady watched her, as the two fell quiet, the tension in the air between them overwhelming and suffocating. She couldn't help but take in a few shaky breaths, watching as he stared at her, their aviators suddenly the only thing between them it felt.

"Listen, Annie, I've been meaning to ask you-"

"Hey! Guys, it's the 12th!" Annie and Brady looked around the front of Silver Bullets, and there they were - the 12th. Coming in, like rolling thunder, dust kicking up all over the place in the far distance.

"Well, looks like we'll be heading home." Annie said, glancing over towards Brady with a small smile. The look on his face was hidden with something else she couldn't quite decipher, but instead he smiled and crossed his arms.

"Heading home." he echoed.

Heading home - wherever that seemed to be these days.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Cryptid Biology Season 2: Jersey Devil

[Previous entry: Here. Omega needs a break. Writing sex as a comedy of errors and nothing more. Cockblocked by an irrigation system.] Below the cut.

Omega would like to say that he's been living it up since his retirement, that he's been lazing about the abbey like an aged tomcat, coming and going as he pleases, but very rarely is that the case... especially not when the band is home from touring.

Injuries and illnesses seem to crop up like daisies in spring these days, and the quintessence ghoul finds his presence needed in the medical wing more often than not, due to both his seniority among the staff, and his talents as a healer.

He doesn't hate his job by any stretch of the imagination, but it can be quite draining, and he often finds himself in need of a little tender loving care...

Unfortunately, it has been kind of difficult to get laid given most of the people hitting on him are his patients.

A demon he may be, but Omega is a consummate professional and takes his oath as a physician very seriously, and part of said oath is -albeit not in these exact words- not to fuck the people under your care.

Of course, one might debate the merits and morals of keeping such a vow outside of office hours...

After all, there are no rules in regards to what he gets up to outside of the infirmary, just that he maintain the decorum expected of his station within the church... But keeping up appearances be damned, Omega needs some fucking ass already.

It feels unnatural for him to have gone for so long without getting laid, he's so pent up he thinks he might go feral if this goes on any longer, and jacking off after work just isn't cutting it these days.

Back when he was in the band himself, it wasn't hard to find a willing body to get his rocks off with, but now everyone looks at him like he's some unobtainable hardass who only exists to tell them to eat right and to stop fucking fruit -Aeon- ...but he's not!

He's perfectly obtainable!

He's always ready to fuck, he's got a fucking PhD in fucking, he's a certified whore!

And people these days just don't respect that!

Where's Alpha to grab him by the throat and show him who's boss before he flips the script and fucks him raw?

When is Mist gonna pop out of the woodworks and peg him until he cries??

Honestly, even Special is looking like a snack now, but he knows better than to get anywhere near the odd ghoul when his even stranger partner, Cowbell, is lurking about.

What he needs someone he doesn't have history with, someone who's willing to let him go deep and-

"I'll bite." a slightly raspy voice offers from behind, making him jump.

A small woman in board shorts and a red tank top with "Jersey Devils" plastered across the chest peers up at him, gesturing with an open can of ginger ale she has clasped in her right hand, "Could be a little tit for tat; You want sex, I wanna see your dick."

Omega is stunned.

"You... What?"

The woman shrugs, sipping her drink.

"You're the one out here muttering about needing to get laid, and I've got nothing better to do." she says, "So unless your standards have jumped way up in the last ten seconds -which if they have, fuck you- you can either take it or leave it. The offer expires when I finish my soda, so you gotta act quickly."

"...I... Who are you?" he flusters, "I was saying that out loud??"

"I didn't ask for your name, so you don't need mine either." she hums, swirling her drink, "I think I have about two more sips-"

"Okay, okay- Fuck..." Omega pinches the bridge of his nose, fuck him and his desperation, "I... Yeah, yeah, let's... Let's do this."

"Fantastic."

"Where-" he starts to ask, and the woman simply grabs his hand.

"I know a place, come on."

...As it would turn out, the "place" the woman had in mind was the abbey's hedge maze.

"It takes most people an hour to get to the center, but I'll show you a secret." she says, moving along the far side of the maze's outer wall, "See that rock there?"

She gestures to a large, pillar of stone.

"Watch this."

With a startling ease, she picks up the rock and sets it off to the side.

"Before you act too amazed, heh, 'a-mazed'..." she shakes her head at her own joke, and then knocks on the stone, which makes a hollow thumping sound, "About two thirds of the rocks in this maze aren't real, otherwise the upkeep would be a real bitch..."

"How did you-"

She shushes him.

"I will not be taking questions at this time." she says, tugging him into the maze and sliding the rock back into position, "If we follow this trail, we'll be in the middle in five minutes."

Omega blinks, unsure of what to do with this new information, but follows her regardless.

Sure enough, they make it to the middle in roughly six minutes -the slight delay being the result of the woman pausing to pluck some leaves off of one of the hedges, because they were, "Uneven." and stuffing them into her pockets- and, honestly, Omega isn't sure what's in store for him now that they've arrived, because he certainly wasn't expecting this.

"Alright, looks like the coast is clear-" she announces, beginning to take off her shirt, which, although Omega knew this was coming, still makes him startle a bit, unprepared to see tits so soon.

...He gets over this initial shock quickly, and begins undressing himself when he sees how quickly the shorts come off, revealing light blue panties that seem ever so slightly too small...

"So why here?" he asks as she leads him over to the grass, "Not that I'm complaining, it's just... an interesting choice."

"It's private," she says, laying herself down on the lawn, she seems oddly relaxed, "but anyone could find us at any minute, and I've learned that's something I like."

Omega kicks off his pants.

"I see..." he hums, "What else do you like?"

"Men who don't ask so many questions." she teases as he kneels between her thighs, "Come on then, take what you want."

And he does.

He plays with her, all of her, from her mouth on down to her thighs, he runs his fingers over every sensitive part he can find, watching as the cotton grows a shade darker with every swipe of his skilled across the fabric.

He presses a kiss to the moles on her inner thigh and leaves bite marks in places he knows must elicit pain and pleasure in the same motion, and he keeps going until-

"...Let me see it."

Omega is just about to take himself out of his boxers when he hears a gasp-

"I'M SO SORRY!" a sister of sin squeals, reeling back in horror along with her friends, who all shriek and run off at the sight before them.

He wants to yell something back, but instead he looks back at the woman beneath him, who gives him a look that's less ashamed and more...

"Come on, big fella, I said I want to see it."

Fuck.

"You really want to continue-"

She hooks her legs around his waist, pulling him down, "I said what I said. Don't make me repeat myself."

Welp.

Decidedly unperturbed, Omega reaches down to slip her panties down to about mid thigh, pushing her legs back away from him to remove them the rest of the way, and proceeds to finish taking his dick out.

"For the record, I'm a grower, not a shower..."

The woman looks down, staring at his cock.

"Purple." she says with a giggle, "Nice."

Omega blushes, a bit embarrassed.

"It's cute."

He groans, ears flicking backwards.

"It doesn't have plates or scales, so that's a bonus... and it's not a tentacle..." she sighs, then slips her hand down to part her folds, "Let's see what surprises you have in store."

Plates... scales... tentacles...

Okay, so she's been with a ghoul before.

A couple ghouls from the sounds of it.

That makes her reaction a bit less...

It bothers him less knowing that somehow.

"No tentacles or fancy plates, but I do have a little trick up my sleeve I think you might like-"

.

.

.

Bea limps into her four o'clock staff meeting, soaking wet, and wobblier than a newborn deer, a sight which Mountain commits to memory as she drops down in the seat beside him.

She smells like sweat, freshly cut grass, and a subtler scent he recognizes as one of his fellow ghouls, but not one of his current bandmates.

"Did you fall in one of the fountains on your way here?" he whispers, nudging her with his elbow.

"Did you set the timer on the sprinklers this morning?" she asks, ignoring his question.

"I did, why?"

Bea inhales deeply.

"I got wet in two ways because of you, today, expect my revenge to be swift and completely disproportionate."

"Huh?"